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Nov 2018
Cries for nothing but peace or silent revenge

But my mind, immortal as it is

Roars against it, my veins, the hot blood they pump

Feeds into my turbulent heart, the epicenter of my emotions

An amalgam of red, blue and white — A kaleidoscope

All blends through the facets of my skin,

Thus leak through my phantom limbs

I dare not question, my tongue dares to move

With my venomous teeth, I bite it.

The sour taste of blood, reawakens me,

Reminds me I’m still alive

Though my heartbeat moves in sync,

with the harrowing pulsation of time..

The Hours, The Minutes, To the final second

Until the time is no more, I can’t race against it.

BUT what If I CAN?
Written by
Lolo Chigs
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