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Sometimes,
voice sounds foolish when I speak,
words jumbled too fast in kine brain,
shut down all sense to defeat,
coil up then refrain;
take off on bare feet,
wearing none shame but exposed of guilty,
finding unique ways to empty my sweet,
such trickster that is named: naivety;
wish,
at times,
bashful memories disintegrated before they could show,
what deep regrets they know -
limbs stitch an un-solitary bond upon this floor,
reliving every high that fragmented with devastating lows;
Just.
Please.
Let mine heart be thrown,
escaping those clutches
&
be left to blissfully raom.
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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...
