The Misenchanted Ramblings of a Mad Poet

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the misenchanted ramblings of a mad poet on fire
and his gowns ablaze with the glory of the sun
we dance under the moonlit days of an eagle crowned in her forceful gaze
as she weeps tears of molten madness
we walk along the shores of
the beach
the pebbles
the shore
the waves
lapping gently at our ankles like dogs lost along the sand
your gaze
ablaze
the gentle reminder of how souls can be so lost
so broken
so loved

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