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Sep 2020
Shades tempt an oblivion within
My soul, longing for completion
Ingests these noxious scents
And suffers their poisons

I seek a spirit true!
A hand of incandescence to grip my own
Why don’t they route this pit of shades?
This pit that is our earth?

I tend the inner incandescence
With breath held,
And head bowed
I release my light
The beams extending in all directions
Liquefying the benighted mists
Bleeding Edge
Written by
Bleeding Edge  The Woods
(The Woods)   
   Ms Anjaan
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