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Oct 15
Vapour of old ways transformed to serenade
Got me crawling for the faith in which my cloak was made
On a serrated path...there's a restless dance
Where my freedom shines
It re-alings the angry waters my fear hides
And shuns the rivers in which my reflection divides
In forever's eternity...
My meaningless voice transfigured to clarity
The liberating decay of my old molecules
Couldn't led me again desperately astray
Stored into a closet
Where imagery of forgotten forces have been laying
And pieces of glass from the mirror I've been breaking
The gap between sane and desperation
The bitter taste of the void fulfilled with self hatred
Fought with myself through my eternal plea in this
distorted realm, abandoned and sacred...
Soulmate's bliss is the acceptance of a heart
That pumps rusty shame into my heredity, in my static blood
I swore I'll never return to old paintings hung up on my temporal wall
But somehow I can't resist the urge to repaint them all
Mischosen fate of thy heart illuminated and spared from walking
Bring the moment of serenity the prayers are chasing
This black majesty summons the fragile transparent veil
In nocturnal sky with wondrous cleansing wind revealing every detail
A repression did alter my seal with care and force... not to go in
But I shape-shift into a disfigured reflection against my own will.
Rostova
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Rostova  18/F/Romania
(18/F/Romania)   
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