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  • empathdoll 18w

    /Daisy/

    day's eye, comes the birth of morn
    i was full of dreams, though torn
    from a youth's willful fantasy
    plucked for love and sweet goodbyes
    one that gives me butterflies
    then it was all i could ask
    blossoming my short-lived life
    to bask,
    pure metanoia-
    reborn for hopes
    and new beginnings.

    ©empathdoll

  • empathdoll 18w

    L'appel du vide (The call of the void)

    Lachesis: classical mythology • one of the three Fates who determines the length of the thread of life
    #tautogram #wod

    p.s. thank you for the like and repost, WN ��

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    /L'appel du vide/

    lies locked lips
    like lilacs lonesome lament,
    looted Lachesis
    lest loving liberty loss.

    ©empathdoll

  • empathdoll 19w

    the heartless old self

    hiraeth -
    cumbersome steps,
    led through her empty empire.
    what was once were jewels,
    left cracks from human desires.
    no sign of laughters,
    nor warmth of ever afters.
    in light of evergreen,
    she chose her colours dim.
    it was home wasn't it?
    but it etched a bitter aftertaste,
    even a silhouette couldn't survive.
    ©empathdoll

    #abandoned #wod

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    it was home wasn't it?
    but it etched a bitter aftertaste,
    even a silhouette couldn't survive.

    ©empathdoll

  • empathdoll 19w

    gradient blue -
    forlorn, forgotten
    with stages of youth
    burnt glee crestfallen
    as one's missing lens of reciprocity -
    gouged eyes from kaleidoscopic dreams.
    ©empathdoll

  • empathdoll 24w

    erstwhile, sweet innocence was there
    of vibrant scenes to blissful laughters,
    of daisy talks from dreams as chapters,
    of artistry etched with fun memoirs,
    melancholic stops she filmed her noir.
    along the lines found in the record book --
    "a story i cannot tell", no one was to look
    for dear diary,
    was once her epiphany.

    ©empathdoll

  • empathdoll 24w

    amour propre (sense of one's own worth)
    #fable #wod

    p.s. made my day! thank you for the like and EC, WN ��

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    non-asphyxiating are death sentences
    when the void walks, lost in its senses
    no hint scents of purpose
    nor are right pills on wrong cause
    of fame, wealth and creed
    trap of lies fed to greed
    amour propre, just teardrops to pillows
    much less than the dog and his shadow.

    ©empathdoll

  • empathdoll 24w

    #rainbow #wod

    p.s. so honored, thank you for the like and EC, WN ����

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    for what can you recall through rainbows?
    on psychedelic high,
    warped in an imagery
    vivid colours blasting the eye
    from coffee or mulberries
    burnt a lesson to youth
    one in which darted some truth
    cause how brief can happiness exist?
    for so does grief.
    let life unfold,
    the way you want it told.

    ©empathdoll

  • empathdoll 24w

    #elements #wod

    p.s. thank you for the like and EC, WN ��

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    twin symphonies,
    forming bubbles of a mystique abode
    for what lies in deep waters -
    a looking glass,
    injecting drug to cure
    a siren,
    tempting sorrows as lure.

    'tis the aqua trace,
    usher such faceted ways.

    ©empathdoll

  • empathdoll 24w

    p.s. little e #expectation #wod

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    with rainbow colored thoughts,
    and flavoured cotton candies
    little e flows
    like pure euphoria causes.
    but grey days do exist,
    and triggers knows no cease -
    begging death for some hopeless kiss.

    ©empathdoll

  • empathdoll 24w

    lost in a middle of a maze,
    her eyes staring down in deep gaze
    to remains and forgotten footsteps
    of what was once a cheerful wanderer,
    whose dreams drowned now in abyssal waters.
    a moment of silence,
    to those who were born,
    for even in afterland --
    they are left down to torn.

    ©empathdoll