The thrill,
Peacefully departed like the murmur in a shell
Its echo will dwell
Twas an oasis in the desert, the white numb desert
Away away with madness
It scorches and binds
black and white
Bleak in sight
Grief hangs her head
She fears pondering
Spirit residing through a deep stygian sky
Terrible beauty beyond the line
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Lost
PoetryOne day the parasite in my chest That scratches and pest Will eat its way out & leave me to rest O N G O I NG 2018