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by Maple Tree Oct 5, 2020
Sadness, depression /
Sitting in dark corners
as edges whisper close by-
reading messages within life lines
of my palm,
(a palm reader bites her lip refusing to tell me)
what I already know.
You and I, scorpion makes three
birthing poison and other nightmares
in the deep, dark night of a diseased moon-
Crying tears of loneliness
and knowing Ill never see you again.
This reminded me of Brida by Paulo Coelho, if you havent read it I think you’ll enjoy it :)