Page of Cups

Tiger Lily, that’s her name.

Wandering through a maze of liquid gold in search of god knows what.

Dreams are made up of little pieces of heaven torn from the heart.

Do we know what we are looking for?

To fill the void, to make us happy, to live happily ever after forever and ever.

Beneath the moon lies the holy grail; and the soul thrives on such delight.

The beast was here all along…


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