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The lost temple of placidity
Of my soul - a weathered rose waiting for its suitor. Chasing rabbit holes of my mind for comfort Going mad within the black that is my stupor “Let’s dive into a mind lost in a fragment I augment reality; a farce far from escape. Darkness aided by baited will, the soul stagnant The black fades through my pores and regurgitates With a force that pours disgrace…the sound reverberates. It engulfs until it revolves around my dull radius And the boredom screams at me while I suffocate And no one relates it seems I’m just hard to locate But I keep telling them I’m right here!! I’m just lost in place Frost to face my stare is traced in a cold, unaware From time to time my eyes get that forgetful glare And I answer the remote while I change the channels on the phone And sometimes spoons turn into knifes and i cut scoops Off my skin I have the scars if you want some proof?” (A click in the back ground) Times up…we will discuss this next week. |
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