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My bones shall not contort,
no matter vulgar speech
bulleting towards core,
moments come & snail along as salty whisper,
casting gruesome doubt inwards,
yet -
hands hold strong against embitter
&
heart continues to bleed of colorful glitter,
under the darkest shade harbors but an
awaited glimmer.
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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...
