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Through a mirror of silver my sullen sulcus portrays some dark anger. |
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For the grey lights wrapped their chaotic shape round my tired,hungry eyes. |
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Fractaled rancour bleeds through the lifeless mirror within which all hope sprawls, dangling from the cool draught of air to amuse us all. |
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The black and white frames which flash unerringly, bend they bend to an end, touched by scorching sunlight and this self induced madness |
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Where I see the world explode into miniscule droplets of unnerving sadness |
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But to stop would be to blunt the very stars that shine from behind a threatening stone. |
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The yellow beams, touched by starlight, delve the shrieking tortured air, to founder in a sea of ether and a planet of fools. |
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Idle minutes devour |
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Open space, seething nebula takes hold and strangles dripping torment. |
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Bright and lucid |
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Colours meld design that seem to dip and swerve to fathomless depths, where eyes can drink the sights of dreams. |
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It is in these moments of ponderous nausea that the scattered atoms solidify |
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The cruel, silver portrait swallowed by time itself had uttered nothing but truth through the separated darkness. |
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With morningfall, emptied it's aching particles into the reaches of my furrows. |
