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Scars do not necessarily dissolve over night,
whomever spat hasty rhyme,
fantastic distortions carry bound sight,
never met nor held mine;
monsters hide underneath,
diverting hospitality,
sensationally sweet tea,
yet -
mine know those illustrious poisons one can feed;
foreboding craze
anticipate wrecking a decent day,
deep seeded neurosis...
take over mind easily;
tell these sounds,
better keeping screams buried down,
I'll never gaze night without,
reapply woven doubt;
littered scars eternal,
own piffling infernal.
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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...
