Poetry · Writing

Taken

Lost and traveled across the blue for forsaken love and time. Clock struck noon and the lost is found everywhere in springtime. The mirror black in the midst of a happiness and daytime. Caged in a box of doubt and hidden by the love mime. Escape fast, it’s coming, wintertime. Where even the most dazzling creature will not be seduced by your rhyme.

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