Clockwork Fairytale

I whisper dust from the withered pages
clasped within metal hinges; this,
is how I exorcise fear—what I gather
from the leather cover, strewn with
clockwork and untold adventures,
is purity, mechanical dreams
powered by bearings and clutches,
and as I open the book, I stare
into the ghostly gleam of the fairy’s eye,
and fall for the wild emerald pulses
that fill the depths of my empty soul

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