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Don't get too far,
a distant star;
made love a fool,
what a fluke;
Make your grin,
mouth of poisoned gin,
careless - one can be - committing
countless
and
unconscious sins;
Use to strongly agree,
all troubles were blamed to me,
yet -
thinking over thoroughly;
I'm no working trick to throw
away immediately -
you were simply too weak;
the only separate between you
and mine soul,
is I'm not the ghost.
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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...
