It cannot exist.


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The sacrificial lamb has long been slaughtered,

blood has congealed yet still it stains our hands.

The empty echo of distant memories whistles through

the spring day as birds do as the Bee’s see.

I once asked the universe what am I to do, for never

will I fight for him, for you. The universe, she whispered

on the wings of a dragon fly,

‘But my darling, will you not even try?’

So I grabbed a book or two and we sat and read through,

Cinderella and her shoe,

Snow White feeling blue,

Belle who nearly never knew.

It’s a fairytale I tell her, a story full of lies,

so you see my precious universe,

‘There’s no need that I should try.’

Karen Hayward ©2016

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Author: blossom666

Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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