Dead rose petals. Razor-sharp rocks. Tunnels under the city and the far sunset. The sky cries. Some say it causes rainbows. Dreams, I suppose. It’s a hard and miserable world and our hearts are so vulnerable! © Frédéric Georges Martin ~ Illustration: Two roses on a tablecloth (Edouard Manet, c1883)
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Fantasy and film reference writer.
Consider it all fiction ;)
Believe in Floriography, Poems & Stories @reddywriteups
collecting moments that stump
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Poets lie all the time but there are some truths only poetry can tell.
to be worth sharing
Fun for the whole asylum!
A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.
Just writing some poems. No pics, no GIFs, no vids. Keeping it simple.
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