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The synthetic emotions,
Cascaded down the crepuscular heart,
Like waves clashing on the shore,
The overwhelming tears,
Of bitter-sweet malice,
Flooded the eyes.
A pulchritude of fatal languish,
Smeared across the erubescent sky,
As the burning promises,
Prespired to droplets of salty falsity.
The contumacious urge of tearing apart,
The hollow wishes,
Faded into the void iridescent galaxy,
That settles in those feverish eyes.
The incandescent world,
Upturned to a nightmare,
In seconds of realization ,
Of the empty reality,
And the awful virtuality.
The grotesque materiality,
Environs the virtuous mind,
Like a leech,
Sucking life,
Out of simplicity,
And making souls,
Out of complexity.
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Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
