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Impatience -
I am pliable split,
turmoil turning paged skits;
swiping away the matters of mine,
replacing with worries that should carry less of time -
the screams that throat sorely swallows,
the evils keep indenting roots to climb as ravenous grows,
I surely believe heart means to battle for as long as thorns embed a rose.
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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...
