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A collection of 100 of my poetry works which are available on other sites, with a few exclusives.

Black Skies

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by Raydawg

by Raydawg

Pungent, forgotten dreams,

fueling internal conflicts,

and muffle the raucous screams,

and tightly constricts

the soul,

leaving an odor of death that flies,

blackening, the bluest skies.

Toxic fumes that transform weather,

fumes that escaped the mind,

and concentrate together,

so disheartening and bind

the soul,

through the eyes,

blackening, the bluest skies.