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Ever so often I come unbalanced,
&
off hinge,never been a person of chance
or spiteful revenge;lately,
mine moral compass seeks other wayful means -
see those pictures of pillowy skies...mountain sides,
all sound of wonderful sight,
yet -
soul wanders afar from magical serene;
use to winter's sting & tapping toes upon fiery scenes;
human shaped demons have imposingly come to lay,
jangling hope
twistfully for another day...
mine heart screams in shame -
I wish for dreadful things to careen your way.
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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...