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& it must be growing critical,
something's slowly leaking cerebral,
no care at all,
if & how I fall,
took & stole,
at every corner
mine heart felt whole;
pieces have lost strength in tone,
some began to loosen by heated bone;
&
layers peeling back by unknown force,
sending mine forth another blown course;
peeled awake from beneath hidden corners inside,
took a stroll whenever opportunity should arise,
though -
mine soul fought till eyes grew dry,
my mistake in thinking erected with steal walls;
I can not cure you all,
there's bound to be remnants wandering about
unforeseen squall,
festering till warning bells in wrawl,
give heart a second to stand beyond perpetual crawl,
take lead of mine hand to scrawl,
you carry no voice,
yet,
scream loudly in the darkest devoice
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this soul's desires are of but single minded choice.
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Between Actuality & a Psychotic Embrace
PoetryA collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you al...
