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Walls splattered by way of moon drip,
laid nestled pillows to slip,
enduring rouse for hours continue do pounding-ly tick,
a sorcerers stealthy handed trick,
we too shall only be done with wavering candles' lick.
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Between Actuality & a Psychotic Embrace
PoetryA collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you al...