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Hushed turmoil spilling beyond swell,
made eyes rock - as hard shell,
harsh bedded love tales,
choice of where decisions lead towards fated trail;
which way does one dare take,
with left being all clouded in beaming sunshine rays,
or right... brooding in angered intent on never letting one slip away?
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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...