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Scarred beyond the point of return,
All I wanted is to keep those broken pieces
Hidden amongst those balladry verses,
Inked with words rooted deep in veins of,
Laced love and excruciating pain,
Searing through the fissures of torn fabrics;
Ecstasy a word of sober satisfaction,
Those meanings lost within simplicity
Illuminated by mere innocence and causality.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
