Queen Of Sylphs Read Count : 20

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The queen of Sylphs is the one I seek in my cot as I seep. She is the one that bleeds alone and washes her feet upon the moon, as everyone sleeps. The one by my arm once I'm one hundred and twenty and the one who knows of sacrifice and is the one spark of rendition across the sheep's. She is the one made of light particles that are enclosed within her seams. The one universe that I'd find enjoyment within the depths of her heems. She is my chalice in the plot twist of Jesus's scheme. So I pray for the best outcome for her and me.


© Jorge Romero Campos, Dicha Shin

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