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& if I am to disturb their sleep,
comes by price for waking deep;Run.
Fast as ones ability filters no longer,
but none shall be hasty as mine
own monster;
Grip binds by one...
two...
three...
four feelers, you're a goner.
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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...