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I abandon all tears; My conscience seeks peace. My wholeness has gone; Gone like my faith, alone. The youth and serendipity The blood that breathed in me Now turning into wrath; My coined life is virile and mad. What is around me; All lost in promiscuity; Here, there shall be no heaven Here, love has no words—nor passion. Who speaks about me, To understand or see me; All are sinking into shrapnels, And the lonesome heat feels like hell. All is part of dark tunnels, Channeling out into brown seas, Living by unseen funnels Unfelt by the breeze. All is not blind, but sad Shrivelling in bold air, Their youths, I cannot wed But lonely nights are fair. I withdraw all affairs; That they shall subside And blend into those lights, Those I have never cheered. I hold my breath anew I have been here to the core, The lenient feelings that knew; I should not stay once more.
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
Dismay
I abandon all tears; My conscience seeks peace. My wholeness has gone; Gone like my faith, alone. The youth and serendipity The blood that breathed in me Now turning into wrath; My coined life is virile and mad. What is around me; All lost in promiscuity; Here, there shall be no heaven Here, love has no words—nor passion. Who speaks about me, To understand or see me; All are sinking into shrapnels, And the lonesome heat feels like hell. All is part of dark tunnels, Channeling out into brown seas, Living by unseen funnels Unfelt by the breeze. All is not blind, but sad Shrivelling in bold air, Their youths, I cannot wed But lonely nights are fair. I withdraw all affairs; That they shall subside And blend into those lights, Those I have never cheered. I hold my breath anew I have been here to the core, The lenient feelings that knew; I should not stay once more.
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stephanie-cynthia
F/English
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
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