Lying down in a halo of purple;
My eyes began to gently close;
I enter the show that I'm watching;
Welp! Let's see how this goes;
I wake up in a field of roses;
With a sky so bright and blue;
I traveled toward the nearest town;
Where I met a girl adorned in Black and Jewel-ish ,hues;
She invited me for Tarot;
Which I would not dare deny;
We engaged in wonderful conversation;
As hours ran right by;
-Constance Baugh (me)
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Shifting Poems
PoetryPoems about Shifting, that I come up with on the spot [TRIGGER WARNING: MILD SWEARING, GRAPHIC IMAGERY, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, WITCHCRAFT, VIOLENCE]
