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Darkness always accompany expressions I feel
intervening with the sanguine written poetry of my soul
forever in never ending night,
in reclusion
Gone away is my lucidity With any cantlet of benevolence
A puddle of blood at my wrist, I dip my pen and begin to write
a doorway to the emptiness, a glimps of my madness
The storm outside beckens me,
the winds crying out to be heard
They move into my heart like an open door
Forcing the words to spill onto parchment,
crucifing me with every sonant
Like wolves in courtship, not all meetings go well
surveying my thoughts spilled out before me,
their meanings lost
I spark a match and watch them turn to ash
And start again
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