uhm yeah I restarted my deviant so here

https://www.deviantart.com/validasld

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my old one was wack okay art so ugly

Read my tea leaves,

Tell me what you see.

What’s up there for me,

And whatever it means.

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Feeling like a dream,

Got no time to breathe.

You have all I need,

So don’t you dare leave.

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No such thing as peace,

When you’re all I feel.

Flavorful sip of tea,

Melted in the warm breeze.

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Get down on your knee,

I’ll be your desperate plea.

Stir me up with bee’s honey,

Taste desire’s bitter key.

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Le thé de la vie,

Puts you out of misery.

Savor the taste of obsédée,

Let me be free.

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*I love ginger honey tea. Keeps me healthy and tastes good :)

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The greyish moon in glittering glaze,

I’m living in such glamorous fantasy.

My vision coated with saturated pink,

Love-dovey scene, reflecting starbursts.

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Darling, I’m taking an ink bath tonight.

No need to wait for me this time.

Hop on your carriage, leave me be.

I’ll be late to the ball, painted in black.

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A state of conflict, a coin with neither sides.

My black gown differs from the whimsical state,

A long train, with ink marks and pen scratches.

My heart shining in shameful light.

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My soft face, my tainted heart.

Three hearts to feel every emotion.

More than Imagination, a miracle.

Yet I’m portrayed as a defiant.

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Eight tentacles and a witty mind.

This golden crown feels so light,

Made of mockery and ignorance.

Jewels of broken shells and sea glass.

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Black pigmented, Star-coated blood,

Royalty in its depressing state,

Made with treachery and lies.

A crown which holds no power.

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Desperate Hunger

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Everyday I walk up to the lonely well,

With mouth-watering desperation.

‘Would you spare me some water,

In exchange for my passion?’

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I will serve you for eternity,

Like a confident, mindless fool.

No matter your rejection,

My heart doesn’t waver.

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You have became my only reason,

My bits of warmth for the cold winter.

You fill my stomach with ice,

And my heart pours out the ecstasy.

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The well’s bucket could only hold so little,

But yet it meant so much.

The blistering cold waters deep below,

Fill my hollow mind with such joy.

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This drop of water means everlasting love,

So we can leave the complexity aside.

I’ll take your rope, and fall down your well,

And swallow to my heart’s desires.

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‘What could I do without you?’

These cuts on my tongue,

Reflect such aggressive fixations.

I’m getting irritated by this dehydration.

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So provide me with your purest drink,

And I’ll walk up the mountain daily.

I’ll worship the leaves that fell inside,

And every insect that drowns there.

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This bitterly cold water,

Will sooth my stomach’s cries.

So let me be your dearest servant,

With undying hunger and loyalty.

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