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Brutal words fell from parted lips meet,
before time could grasp reprieve,
heavy burdens rarely extend further with no intervene,
lost exhalation pushed heart closer to retreat;
forget walls do rightfully bleed,
they hold tight of gripped memories,
& stained in stellar heat -
though,
easier pretending all depletes,
diluting beneath blankets of milkweed,
yet... no such treat;
every morsel solely eludes conceit
&
but begs to be freed.
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Between Actuality & a Psychotic Embrace
PoesiA 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...