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Claustrophobia Burrows within To expel my form From this den Of untiring vice Upon sobering Solid ground The open breeze Prevails With impassioned strength With open panes I receive The bountiful world Clear and restored to its prime With firm treads I yearn For the morrow’s trove From beyond, the coils Of nurturing ground
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Steamed To the brink of madness The mere urge to walk Is singed away The endless parting streams Are the daily scourge Of my sunbathed And sweltering Span of flesh Heat encompasses My sliver of earth A devilish and heinous Curse I am urged to endure The plight to brave Through to gracious shadow The…
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Through the revolving door The quiet is swift In a blood-starved Heartless gust Beyond Are crimson walls Recklessly coated In age old Fits of despair Heartache falls away Ensnared in bliss Crumbling With all We are meant to seize In through The revolving door Time concedes To a thunderous And spiteful demise Boxed away Savored…
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Cinderblock words Could never depart From lips Forever bound and solemn And so heartache Freely rages Caverns deep Rendering All courage to ember The immense weight Of pleasantries Drain away, the bulk Of my youthful resolve As thriving scores All chatter Beyond their means Stocked With their songs Of day-to-day strife
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Slip softly Into nightfall’s Swerving Treacherous decline Full On kindred endeavors The aspiring mad Who yearn For those same Nurturing fumes One by one We dissolve Gracefully carted To our isles Amid the raging swill To a joyfully reckless stagger Rotten with youth Sure, to its hideous Crashing demise
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The low rumbling Never ascends to much Wheeling in the shroud Of defeatist dreams It begins As a droning Amorphous notion For which I starve From these blistering Shackles of rage The prey dissolves Into a thick grey mist Never to sustain Forgotten As fear envelopes me
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My deeds are intertwined In a cart-wheeling spool Of gathered distress Clouding my mind In the muck Of passersby Their slothful words So needlessly spun I recede From the world’s Proud, glittering array As these memories All swarm In a cyclone Of envy and scorn
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I reap the ashes In silver spoons Sustaining The vermin That crawl, deep within They worm Ever-thankful In the grit of passersby The ruinous mounds Of wayward strangers Charred, to a hopeless pulp By spoonfuls I thrive Heartily gorging On distant trials In spoonfuls I join the mad Ensnared By their every Heartless whim
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By each hysterical wind I grow frail, dull and passive Displaced From the reach Of solid ground The joyous hours Spent racing Are far and few Blending the world To a pulp Of disorder and sound Warm currents Bring about The full flair of elation Until my treads sputter And I give Jolting For agony’s…
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I’ve lost something full Pure and righteous Torn away In a predawn Frenzy of words Bare and distraught I raved through the day Doomed to recall Every morsel Of former glory To relive The full weight within The gradual prospering Of new-found joy Would stand firm At the proudest peak My tyrant wish My most…
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