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My Underland 3
June 8, 2015
Liquidated looking glass
dripping down my hands,
Running on a chess board
following multiple commands,
Trees like giant fingers
reaching to the sky,
Looking upwards to the moon
like meeting someones eye,
A garden of white roses
painted bloody red,
Whispering their stories
inside my fleeting head,
I pricked my finger upon a thorn
and tears ran down my face,
Later then realizing
I loved their salty taste,
A cup a wasted tears, my love
A goblet of blood too,
A jar a misplaced dreams, my dear,
And my heart broken by you.
© Nasiha M., Huntsville, AL
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