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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "I'm going to wake up and bury my heart if you're not in it, I could never forget, so I pretend it never happened, I'll live in delusions." _ by poet. My lingering trepidation blooms with thoughts of your being, fading, slipping into a narrow delicate shadow as whisps of memory is thrown in the circle of windy motions, swirling in destructive steps. You left me with sights that would create demons. I knew they were all sweets of a dangling viper, vaping energy, puking poison as mocktails, yet, I believed. I bathed in them like lavenders till they were roses. I let myself loose, spewing like helpless canons, shooting into the heavens. I grasped his horns and envisioned it a costume. I thought he was art, my masterpiece, so I surrendered, I offered myself as a muse, he gulped my every juice. I gave myself as a canvas, he stroked the world's darkest Miseries on me. He was a masquerade of fragrances, a knight of melodious charades. My brain had a non-function atom, it couldn't recognise signs, there was no thinking made, just a dive so deep I drowned. You haven't hugged and embraced pain until you wish for its non-existence. These won't travel with the breeze of the night, they can't be cemented. Like truth, I flung them out and they bounced back like morning dews. Folded like crumpled pages, my heart bleeds into a trillion shreds. Memories weigh heavy like the Champions League, encasing my soul in cursed ice. I want them wiped like the end of every teaching on a blackboard, only then would I truly live.
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