16.6.11

Incubus.


he speaks in riddles and
she's tired of solving problems
that others plant in her hair
like daisies in a field

" stop it "

she whispers to the silence
darkness engulfing her prayers
and spitting out her nightmares.

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  2. hi dreamer, i wrote that i like your blog then i wrote about the circle ascending over on the right like the moon and used the word menstral in the sentence. i didnt mean anything weird by it as i used it meanning monthly but it didnt seem right and i thought i would remove the post. that is about it as i remember. :)

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