**Here we go again around,
hardly limitations for anxiety found, these days resemble wailing hounds
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We'll take an apocalypse anytime now;Look there goes the skies blue,
trees burning up in scarlet hue;
rarely a blink to care,
perhaps that's what truly can scare;headache at every corner,
sensitivity evaporated up with the air warmer,
sadness drags miles behind,
none typically fathom further beyond blinds;honestly,
fight battle until winds an oddity,
minutes a charmer,
seconds can disable toughest armor;many don't bother dancing alone,
imagine never truly being own,
shine bright by what may bursts of gemstone,
best shake up a thousand memories before all is gone.
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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...