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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& has the wickedness passed sight? concentric swirls batter unstoppable horror ride, does one jump to escape, or hold pressed hand upon chest & wait? such laughter stings by lips of fate; plunge knife already if you portray true reap, bury steel beneath skin deep, scatter mine pieces afar & leave nothing tidy nor neat - ringing ears wish not another word for one's blistering tone to speak.
