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Beauty, sleep, down below.
You whisper it inside,
Screaming at the same time.
Dreary little things,
The thoughts you just want to shout out.
Caught in webs of ivy,
Entwined between my fingers.
Statures of misery,
And late night whispers,
Flighty creatures
Of my nightmares aglore
Creations I have yet to accept
As my own,
Out in the downpour
Of harmful spotlights.
Kissing yourself goodbye,
As you leave your outer shell.

<3 Sheyanne