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Hearts of Time

Blackened bark in a disparate forest

Where the hearts of the unrequited hang like fruit

Tied by a noose that could not forget

Ropes of memories created this cemetery

Fairly but far

Screams in the distance

As blood fed the soil below

No monsters here

No fear

Only the disdain and mistreat

Our own demons

The heart, the place of most deceit

If you were to walk through

The shroud of age

Would surely trap you

Caged.

To run away from a youth

Better forgotten

But there is no choice

This soil asks for you

You can hear its voice

A gentle weep that creeps behind

A telltale sign of the time

How sublime, mother nature awaits the return

In life, a breath so deep

In death a silence, we sleep

Our hearts have always belonged here

Mother earth will always be waiting

The home we left

The theft, to steal peeks above our depth

We collected for her, all these stories to reminisce

A fairy tale before the goodnight kiss

A time we will soon forget to miss

When this soil erodes

It will be buried in the sands of time.

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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