Soft

footsteps

crush

the

weeping grass

and

worn pebbles

as

I

walk

towards my

dreaming sanctuary

once 

upon 

a time.

Midnight

covers us 

in an

icy

winter

blanket

that lacks

a certain warmth

long yearned for.

My heart

trapped

in

chains of glass

are carrying

dying blossoms

that belong in the sun.

I wished

I had

the gifts

of

the

heavens themselves

instead of the c0des

To asph0dels" lives

8ut

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