You stay behind pliable bricks,
at slight poured moment, can fall from brutal hits –
clouded perception of dreary sick,
laughter resonates heavy in perked ears sit,
salt wounds affected in maddening tips;
Seed your wraith temper under heedless slumber sheets,
Said: I did not care for woes in heaves,
silly hearts do right to deceive.
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Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.
PoetryA collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense...
