Whispers Beyond the WillowsZombie. Undead. Plague,Whispers Beyond the Willows
they quietly whisper of me.
It's why I hide and sway as
one with limbs of dexterous
willow trees. It's why I cannot bear
to look a child
in the eye,
to prove to them their day will
come and with failed hearts
they will die. Just like me,
just like me,
my eyes goad and charm. “You'll be clothed in
jaded mail and still
you'll be disarmed.”
June 8th
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Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide,
but I love you until the end of time
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Psalm 91:7
A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.
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Our bodies twist like shoe laces.
And we never came untied;
I guess you were just my type.
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