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Sung to depths upon onyx layered lullabies,
satisfaction granted by mine unfiltered eyes,
this must be why,
these betes noires
groan
&
moan,
suave ears of mournful tones;
taking mere mortal ability,
a reaction in simplicity;
they've stolen wonted emotional response,
though pouring heart held once -
what of pour soul swallowed by one of those monster's lunch?
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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...
