*Wash one away in rain rush,
wrap wooded limbs on neck: a hanging truss,
few if any... should breadth single fuss,though hands have capable touch
&
means to waft away musty crust
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it's not my lie to discuss.
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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...