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Poetry

Jaded Mind

Velvet quiet smog encompasses
A deep, cool place yearning, calling
Pull away flesh from this dreadful place
Every preceding ounce relying on a placate touch
A smooth, warm grasp
Holding, pulling forth the shadowy heart in entirety
Blow away the dreary smoke, calmness cries
Why doth it ache so?
Combusting into ashes like a scared phoenix
Wondering all the while if this closed scarlet emotion exists
Maybe so, but likely not
Only a glimpse of a jaded tale
Told to ease black ambition

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