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Harry Roberts Sep 2020
Estrangement and resentment kills like pentobarbitone
Respiratory arrest for a fractured spirit feel like an anodyne
The broken bits of soul can return to the ether and make itself whole
While I become all in the dirt with the soil

Arrangement to derangement in disorder I toil
Peace in the darkest night against the midnight I coil
Velvet in it's embrace I find tranquility in the infinity
Lost my whole life before I returned to the divinty.

— The End —