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and i will find bleeding conviction to glue my scattered emotion
upon your dusty traveler face.
You find me ,on the shifting cliff of old wounds:
Bucket in hand,
frantically scooping remaining clots.
A poisoned whirling sea beneath me
Dark , ugly and twisted
I asked you to stop walking here a long time ago
...this sea will take you now
:-*:-*:-*
ReplyDeleteshould I heed or dare I ignore the threatening clouds?
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This is a well crafted piece. I compare it to speaking simply like saying a thing like "you are warned!" and I see how just these three words could lead to a brutally striking poem like this.
striking...brutally striking...
You actually got it very right. LoL. Thanks for reading.
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