The ground contours to shambled body,
Content griminess skin embodies,
Sweltered cheeks once again flush,
Calming reaction from sweet malicious touch;
Driven battle littered of just that one reminiscent demon,
A slow rage ensues of the many re-runs;
Take spar with inner dark head on,
Spill hoary interiors abiding beyond reckoned walls,
Reach for the miniscule hole pouring of shimmering Dawn.
~'g9H
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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...
