In the red light of desolation,
when loneliness seems less lonely;
in my crater of existence,
in my loud mind, a resonance
of lyrical thoughts,
are inking my world
with fading blots...
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
In the red light of desolation,
when loneliness seems less lonely;
in my crater of existence,
in my loud mind, a resonance
of lyrical thoughts,
are inking my world
with fading blots...
how the overwhelming sadness and the sound of desolation leaks out into the real world in the form of prose and poetry,
the fading blots of our lyrical thoughts
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