Maybe eyes blurred past many terrors,
gaining what unknown strength in other's errors;
for I'm unable to stretch limbs over revolutionary barrier,
such cause for alarm when smile fakes to be merrier,
mirror appears strikingly scarier
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beating orifice takes in words like gun shrapnel,
altering mine whimsical sand castle,
spreading along the rocky shores incessant battle...
the irony is palpable.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
