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lacre 𐙚 Jul 18
Why? It’s Just like wine
that ends up as fine crime
the bliss of humanity
woven like a fantasy
thriving off our sanity

the purpose of such delicacy
soothes hearts that’s lonely
a quick escape that’s hazy.
tis’ the haven away from blood
all pain crumbled and crushed.

drunken fine liquor that spins
ripping the seals from shut off lips
orchestrating the dance within sin.
despite the silken binds
tis’ like an unbound wind
for heo holds onto the blood.

there’s no purpose in such delicacy
there’s no drunken dance conducted
there’s no illusion shining starstruck
why? wine’s just like Water
crisp, clear, and no sweeter.

though i find longing in the rosé
it’s nothing but just simple

dampness.
that fails to reach the mind and pride.
love that's like wine
feelings that's like water
lacre 𐙚 Jun 4
there, Moonflower with petals that shine,
with silhouette that whispers divine,
reflection that’s crystalline.

oh! mystic Faerie of the night,
awakened by the spark of daylight.

ethereal Daylight crashed in,
unlike any other rays,
with an unknown expression,
the moonflower fades away.

there, sunflower that’s mellow,
with soft hues of warm yellow,
reflection of a halo.

spotted amidst the meadows,
with life from all sorts of flow.

yet, heo only sees the Sun,
no matter what’s sprung.
it's only the Sun she gazes-

even if the Sun doesn’t return her embrace.
16.02.25
lacre 𐙚 Jul 9
the crown of summer
awakens from its slumber
it’s one of the deep skies’ treasures
glistening with butter-smooth silver

heo, a dreadful hunter with
prying eyes feasting on delicious wonders
‘an unattainable crown?
i wonder who’s the clown.’

the crown lies within a market
one of origins that’s exotic
its essence illuminates June and July
yet in truth is just a coiled thong

The Crown is a Leash
all Sin that’s prevalent, Ceases
its Meaning, Alien-Like
Crushing Reality in the Mind

the crown lies within a market
but none are up for sale
for it is just a fairytale
whilst the brightest gem, lies
75 years away from us

the crown of the north
makes us the royalty of solstice
yet those who try to steal the crown
is an absurdly idiosyncratic clown
06.07.25

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