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& some part inside,
still carries secret cry,
one I rarely hear in light,
yet screams out like one scorned banshee within night;
shy it plays when I'm in full control,
though -
one
lace
comes
unsoled,
these little capsules have little to no compassionate hold;
blaze in hard & bold,
upheaving sinister sensations to pierce through blocked holes,
unearthed from seasonal cold -
the bitterness never fell away,
chews beauty to taste,
raining hell spills over mine calming place,
you recall sensitive areas to trace,
the horrible...
the blissful good enlace,
traveling down spiral thorned staircase,
desolation grapples for eternal room to stay,
for as long one as I may battle to face.
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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...
