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What's the feeling cascading over mine eyes,
advances from burning touch I decline;
take away syndicated mirrors from walls,
leaping fiends ever do is crawl,
nothing better with time than sprawl,
if meant to bring me to floor in pulses -
are critical,
even below earthly core,
go ahead - take out-reached hand whole.
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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...
