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Lost.
Pushed over trembling ledge tossed.
I fall willingly some days,
randomness portrays,
spawns of less reasoning haze,
leading off path astray,
proper thoughts blocked & delayed;
horrified under steamed sight,
thief colored by arms lengths crimes,
a being saturated,
hardly berated,
stroked in varied accost,
have worlds hands tapping with applause...
dripping of frost.
When will it go down underneath...buried?
indefinate home to engulf these wearied,
perhaps -
kicked off upon stars cometary.
burned up along ripped heart pieces carried.
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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...
