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Is it crave
Or is it craze?
Is this a dream,
Because it must be fiction.
Is any of this real
Or all my imagination?
Is it serious
Or an illusion?
My mind works furiously,
Over-thinking my curiosity.
You started this daze
That I'm blindly trapped in.
Endless scenarios set ablaze
Through a delirious haze.
Thoughts of amber glass
That cut like razors set free
And so do those eyes
That leave me hypnotized.
Your words leave me mesmerized.
My mind wanders about this maze
That you set before me.
And these waves conquer
These glass havocs.
These insidious ricocheting snares
Trying to find a tacit equivalence
In this procuring faze.
I'm unceremoniously left without
Any form of cadence
In the dense confusion
And this ominous delusion.
I possess no recuperation
From the amber cuts.
No destination besides ridicule
And scalding questions.
All pertinent and perhaps perverse
And I can't correctly function
Other than repetitive thoughts
Without conclusions.
Is it crave
Or is it craze?
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YOU ARE READING
Gracelessly
PoezjaAs the tides turn, As the times change if everything is extraordinary is anything? In the end, the truth shines out all her flaws ring and shout. The moonlight shines and in it she falls gracelessly she, soulless, grays eternally The pandemonium sho...
