Please, show me the heat
Of a summer night breathing
Down the tulip's neck.
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Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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'Till Death We Do Art
There would be nothing divine in this world without art. Nature may surpass the divine to all intents and purposes, but like everything it absorbs and is absorbed by, it remains here, stuck on the surface of this world, ever-present, physically bound to the universe.
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Oooo, heat of summer night breathing down the tulip's neck, that was so freaking brilliant!
"summer night breathing/ Down the tulip's neck" That's a beautiful image I want to memorize.
A great take on the second
💖You've got no business giving me goosebumps like this! I love your take on the challenge. I can hear a distinct metrical pulse in your lines, especially in that final one.