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Seven Days

In those seven days Pages of dread one should never taste Mending aged margins of so many ways My pangs forged upon jargons I must confess Piece by piece my resolve falters My stomach, my mind, scream in protest What consequence it brings I do not bother. In those seven days I become madder, madder and madder Devouring bowls of greed and hunger My fingerprints smeared onto empty cans A crime scene of euphoria between lines Crooked of guilt without a silver lining What decadence it brings becomes the greater.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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