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My worst tragedies are all over grown,
still nudge out every once or twice full moons' glow,
bitter tastes fill lips of sweetness I've known,
What little do I certainly know?
Some feelings assured never to go,
further within self's senseless flow;stuck against these walls... admissible,
another hole in mine shields crafty finagle,
limits enduring closer towards shadow critical,
hopes higher than enflamed skies fictional,
spirit insuring poseur restores are livable,
Will mine completely return remains pivotal?
I may again become desirable,
lips mend sweetness... to be kissable
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this enormity show can become livable...
perhaps, inevitably conquerable.
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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...