Want to administer something majestic in mine shallow hole,
may've been a minute or so in none control,
possible I've forgotten euphoria behind stained soul;
none can blame you see,
stayed longer than a hundred ones dared to dream;
occasionally I fall,
back into patterns of mine old self walked,
no ones fault
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I am easily pulled & caught,
pounding upon spectacular walls...
pray that ears hear & steadily search for mine gagged lip calls;
no...
I don't expect,
the world to reflect,
crumbles vacuumed or swept,
when hearts unable to correctly dissect...
yet -
this all is within weary head defect.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
