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10-18-2015 by jr Thornton
“Did you mean all those?
All the ones built to hurt.”
Is there form, plan, or purpose?
To those devices
To the bridge connecting
Was it intention to make sure it has burnt?
Maliciously never-ending
Devoid of way with no more choices
Backed into a corner
Rabidly defending a broken voice
Viciously attacking an emotional donor
A psychic vampire
Fooled once shame on the other
But fooled more than twice.
Ashamed for another.
Walking in fire
Sprinting desire.
Absolute oblivion.
Absolute hell.
Encased in her heart.
Engraved on my soul.
Even still revealed a charade
A farce. A final curtain, or maybe a false start.
Remain ambiguous. Elusively evade.
Judgmental and harsh
No love, or future certain.
No reason or universal constant.
Thought I had something romantic to say,
But only had to fart.
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2015
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