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& as sapped heart loads,
taking trips down a dusty road,
can't help what time has come to bestow,
you won't make mine eyes fill to implode,
swallow feelings deep within depths I may never quite decode -
so latently & far below,
sensible voice caged to seldomly take control,
... to continue walking this tight rope - dive under grasp when necessary from delusive rogue,
disappear underneath dazy smoke, eventually
- I'll soon be awoke.
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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...