when the clock strikes twelve
the lake falls into this void
spiritually sweet
never think of another
dive deep with you alone
misery less as the sea
foul memories vanishing
flux still false love
i smile
let the world progress
fierce philosophy
November submit impulse
maneuvering glance to glance
optimism flowers
feedback appreciated.
Written by: DesireTheVampire
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