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Such a vile world carries none lasting thrill,
maniacs run abundant abound corners & hill;
yet -
as eyes cast out wailing chill,
there still lingers a fatigued hope spilled;arms holding mine self keeps fading magic real,
mind balances on tilt,
though love lasts upon steady ground built,
mine shall bloom till single petal wilts.
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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...