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Throughout Our Dark Minds

LucyMarch 10, 2020

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Throughout Our Dark Minds

written by: Lucy

Amber sunbeams stayed in my
dreams; and I recalled whispers
throughout our dark minds—autumn
when our eyes met;

The reverie of the cold
entwines us in deferred
reveries, in ambrosial
shadows. The planet reaps

Mosaic stars in backlit born
reflections; we will plant a
bowl of bluets by the
fireside to recollect our love.

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Lucy

A writer who indulges into the Gothic genres within poetry, exploring the darker aspects of life, along with seeking a hope in the middle. My poetry typically centers around these themes, mainly inspired by 19th century and 20th century writers.

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