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Perpetual
A blaze of emotions,
A never-ending spree,
A clout of delusions,
yet hardly one can see.
I pray to be forgiven,
but forgotten I maybe,
On the stage of reality,
unseen dances free.
If feelings could have seasons,
What season would it be?
A bloody oozing lesion,
on a warrior's bleached gi!
A never-ending spree,
A clout of delusions,
yet hardly one can see.
I pray to be forgiven,
but forgotten I maybe,
On the stage of reality,
unseen dances free.
If feelings could have seasons,
What season would it be?
A bloody oozing lesion,
on a warrior's bleached gi!
Published 8th Sep 2023
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