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oh, how I long to reach deep within decaying depths,
be the beacon of intercept,
towards mine own heart traveled flecks;
take upon one final grand grip,
separate such long-lived bleak hole,
from swallowing life completely whole,
though...
pieces shall forever remain confiscated & of impossible toll;mastered such gathered tumultuations inside,
yet...
as when I need them to manifest upon eyes,
they run cold & profusely dry -shall strength sustain
& bring back self towards spotted daylight.
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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...