Hour 8, Prompt 8 Didn’t follow Original

Strange

 

Fantastical fictioned future

oblivion

once conceived, it would not leave

just a terrible bedtime song.

 

Lolly flowers are singing

laying lush.

The tarot cards spread,

waiting to be touched.

 

Dark coy wallflower, delicate matters choose

you,

All my fantasies. Each it’s own journey.

Still, you’re a fool.

 

 

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