FocusA Poem by Hallow
A candlelight seance
With dim shower lights. My face in the mirror, No, this can't be right. Play all the main parts In this slight masquerade. Where kept all inside My soul starts to fade. The faeries conquer me With their devilish charm. Their taboo offers Only bring people harm. Dreaming of soft days When songs are delight. A cool, crisp fall air To reset my long plight. The chains clink loudly In this self-imposed cell. Just my captor and I And together we dwell. © 2025 Hallow |
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Added on September 6, 2025 Last Updated on September 6, 2025 |

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