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... & the night you traded me for another hand of veins,
was when mine heart was left distained,
to sit perpetually in the depressional rain,
maybe now I can admit to understand,
back then was purely an emotionally strain,
brought on of what loneliness rammed;
oh,
one wishes how,
strength streaming through me now,
surfaced then to face horrors found,
no, wouldn't dare watch another throw I around,
a crime of written fiction could've worn a shameful frown.
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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...
