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Ruin
I am ruination.
Not the devious conductor orchestrating the devestation of chaos with nimble fingers.
But a cosmic catalyst stumbling through.
Skipping, merrily.
None the wiser to my condition.
Until I blunder, gracelessly.
Ripping away the sheer gauze curtains that veil the face of disaster looming menacingly through windows of your mind.
Not the devious conductor orchestrating the devestation of chaos with nimble fingers.
But a cosmic catalyst stumbling through.
Skipping, merrily.
None the wiser to my condition.
Until I blunder, gracelessly.
Ripping away the sheer gauze curtains that veil the face of disaster looming menacingly through windows of your mind.
Published 9th Dec 2016
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