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A void bellows where my sense used to be, 
compulsion to slip pound coins into slots, 
an urge to consume much voraciously.  

What once I did, I must strive now to not, 
snatch from false hungers a life that will sate 
compulsion to slip pound coins into slots.  

When will the aching abyss, fade, abate, 
how can this soul, macerated amend: 
snatch from false hungers a life that will sate?  

Stricken, panicking child splashing deep end, 
kept from success by fear's crocodile-snap, 
how can this soul, macerated amend?  

I search for some tool, some bright cage to trap 
jagged brutality, parasite bile; 
kept from success by fear's crocodile-snap.  

Bone-tired, I go on to next battle, while 
a void bellows where my sense used to be: 
jagged brutality, parasite bile, 
an urge to consume much voraciously.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 12/16/2014 6:48:00 PM
Wow! Excellent sparkling silvery pen here Perry! I really love your very powerful and dark Terzanelle, dear friend. Love your poetry style! lol... A solid 7 for you! Have a great evening! :) Love and hugs! xxx D.
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Perry McDaid
Date: 12/31/2014 7:07:00 PM
Thank you so much, Dorian.