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Phantasmagoria Jun 2016
a stabbing shiver corrodes my limbs
goosebumps lick my heart
a fat cramp strokes my lips
and terror waves my mind
freezingly hot blood
flushes twisted nerves
sweet foul shudder makes
all memories awake
blurry visions of happiness
worm into cutting blade
hissing a haunting realization:
that it is too late.
naivety suggests
a joyful brand new start
but the naked present screams
that you grew apart
SøułSurvivør Apr 2016
i
made a
castle  in
the sand
□  a cathedral made  □
□     of dust / i  thought    □
□   it great, so very grand   □
□       my motivations just     □
i sculpted flying buttresses / and
placed angels in its wings / there
were stained glass windows / and
other suchlike things / i labored at
it all the day / other duties set aside
but all  my work was carried away

i considered not the tide!


SoulSurvivor
(c) 4/13/2016

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