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Literature Text
With a soft, grey scarf I dried my tears,
Sat by the fire and listened to the world explode
Staring mesmerized at the flames, no fears
-how much would it sting?
Years ago, I stood at the end of a cliff at sunset
The cold bit my cheeks as I gazed at the town beneath me
Take a bow, it’s where her Majesty the Black Queen reigns
In the sea of cotton-candy clouds luring me so
-how long to fall before I crack open my skull?
This summer, I sat by the fortress above the dragon’s pit
Where I met the azure-eyed Lady of the Shire
She educated me of the poison ring, smiling viciously:
“Tea is such an innocent activity.” Why indeed-
-how long before I’m head down in cream and sugar?
Sometimes, when I cross that bridge I pause
To imagine the crack in the sidewalk growing bigger
And glare at the filthy water lazily flowing
Its little waves looking deceivingly safe and hungry
-how much more before I exhale my carbon dioxide?
The day I disappear from your heart,
How long before- Oh. I’m already dead.
The stars and planets
I Blame The Messenger
Death Is A Reward, Not Answer
You know, I always wondered, why in books that decribe someone choking it always says how much it hurts and how much your lungs sting? I know how it feels to be choking. It’s horrible, most unpleasant and scares you to death. But it does not hurt. I imagine most authors didn’t deprive themselves of oxygen to learn how it feels, but then again. Who knows. We are a bit strange 
As for the Black Queen, she once ruled the Medvedgrad castle. She always wore black, hence the name. She was very beautiful and had a pet raven, trained to terrorize people, she practiced alchemy and used to throw her lovers over the walls of the old town. The legend says she sold her soul to the devil to save Medvedgrad from the Ottomans, but then later tried to trick him so she ended up cursed and got turned into a snake. Some stories depict her as a vampire, too.
Lady of the Shire - ~Shirekeeper 
Witty Croatian author and a good friend whom I adore and who helps me so much with my stories.
I played a bit with things that actually happened. I was staring at the fire and just felt like writing and didn't pay much attention to how I wrote it. I got told that the stanza about drowning feels little out of place. Advices are, as always, most welcome.
