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Mine heart won't change beats simply by sarcastic words,
not for those lines appearing firmly upon lips pursed;
prerogative doesn't budge despite inferiors placed atop head,
arms speak of none gushed... neither bled;
no detour pivoting path led,
absolutely... for tears do she's,
skies have & shall again prowl along in shaded reds
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however more...
I am as powerful as those who've been emulated & read;
flaws which draw mind in stretched distorter,
come by several named disorders;
mix well of attributes that mine only behold...
there walks another never to stand mine story -
continual in fight...
to be told.
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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...
