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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Such a vile world carries none lasting thrill, maniacs run abundant abound corners & hill; yet - as eyes cast out wailing chill, there still lingers a fatigued hope spilled;
arms holding mine self keeps fading magic real, mind balances on tilt, though love lasts upon steady ground built, mine shall bloom till single petal wilts.
