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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Ones knowing of truth, can only be discovered by instinct - time spating no sympathy to soothe;
there sees countless murders to a heart; the first truly being... that of a harsh lit lung & unreciprocating tongue, marked under flesh as remindful scars, tumbled over many ways & faltered hard, though - mine reached not yet afar, every hand harbors even the tiniest fraction of a burning star, try until a flake of amber ignites toward roaring spark.
