Incentive to reach limited chest
explode,
crawlers wanting to sanction
hole,
leave abandoned battle to implode –
hearts' spinning round less often
composed,
stirring chaos mind fuzz seeding ground
by
vein
flow,
stretch upon laminated floor,
when days spill
into night's cold handed pores.
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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...
