srsly. look what i made. the best. gothic. poem. ever. using the Goth-O-Matic poetry generator.
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Denial
Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened place as I kneel,
always hopeful, always fearful,
frozen here,
waiting.
Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my naked soul.
Tears on a child's face.
I raise my head, now crying out for
this callous salvation.
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