A 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...
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I must have dropped forethought some place back years ago, curving round easily down a free fall if one chose, creeping silently past hounded shadows, little by bits blown, flying off mine shoulders in speeding ammo, hard slap at any wishing ones world to collapse & explode, yet - minutes... hours... days... show, harshness slipping even further away through telescope, though - my grievous nature long ago... did propose, it lingers within chromosomes leading eyes to evermore question every mirror true exposed, whom do I bestow? & words calmly shoot chest of arrow - there exists no place to truly burrow.
