The Queen of dust started the dual that ran for days down corridors of blindness lined with mirrors symbolising a correctness after months of standing in nothing but a shaw atop a cliff of hope she saw the ships with sails of foreign gold laughing to all she screamed with the wind trying to say what meant nothing to the people with their backs to the night ignoring the ghosts that ate apples in the forests watching autumn leaves fall to the ground like a queen of somthing as she fell to her last breath all are ultimately blown back to their origins its just a matter of how hard the wind is blowing.
Reason for writing:
yeah, this is symbolic of how you are going to die.
and how you will be resurrected.......one day soon.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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