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Truism

 Your contemplation
graces the ambiance
My soul portrays you.
This gaze levels me.
And as I draw myself
from that sweet misery
I doubt what I dreamt of
I doubt what I've foreseen.

It's somewhat sunny
I struggle to witness
the warmth of the light
under my black veil
I'm longing the night
that magically listens
my noteless weep
my pointless crusade

You pluck the strings of my heart...
the evergreen force of my center...
Reversion may not be enough
just mute them and leave them forever.







personanongrata
Written by personanongrata (persona non grata)
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