Distorted cacophony

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an acute craving,
aching heart,
smoke in swirls,
bittersweet savory taste,
of espresso gone cold,
pulling me apart,
broken pieces,
brittle bones,
frozen desire in veins,
leaving traces as
if an art,
summertime sadness or
a vintage car,
scrapping sound of a radio,
carving marks on
bare soul,
on the road;
as in barrio!
senseless or absurd words,
no rythm or tone,
a state of my mind,
in complete cacophony,
in pain, making
me moan,
all patterns are lost,
oh amour,
I am in utter
chaos!

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