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repetitive ripping of heart,
no caution flash about skins
none concern for dishevelled habititries slicing head apart;
how've I not broken,
airs continuously squeezed;
choking,
words travel up throat yet remain unspoken,
don't care to replicate time stolen,
hate that it sips at mine focus,
must be potent potion,
mine turns a wish & slip away...
turn my page,
swear it's just a bunch of hocus pocus.
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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...
