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Hieronim Bosch

Behind these green eyes lies an ancient forest
keeper of deepest secrets from the past
if you could only see my veins pulsating
they run through my life blood
feeding me as they take away.

Secrets we hide in the backrooms it is true
we never really know someone
to expose is to burst forth white and blue
they color the sky who has forgiven our…

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Owner, Editor of Storymaker. Top Writer in Poetry. I am a writer, photographer, psychic, medium, and spiritual guide, M.A. in Environmental Sociology, Ph.D.

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Anna Rozwadowska

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Owner, Editor of Storymaker. Top Writer in Poetry. I am a writer, photographer, psychic, medium, and spiritual guide, M.A. in Environmental Sociology, Ph.D.

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