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Slowly I Burn

Vehemence has ignited the heat and slowly I burn for I cannot walk away but still here I run inside an imaginary procurement chasing the sunlights and the darkness in the coals searching deep past those diamonds flakes freckling your fears an obsidian laden of mistrust cutting off the edge of my crusade it is not victory that gains happiness where an euphoric whisper's detained but the merging of chemistries in a revolutionary poetic traverse promises soon postulate adaptation gazing across a knoted floor fire reaches up as if from the Loins of Leah not wanting to waste suffering anymore
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Manassian Avatar
June 28, 2018 at 9:44 PM
Not being able to walk away will always make one's soul burn. I've been there... Great write. Thanks for your visit to my latest. You're poetry is of such high calibre. Great job, Tim
Man Avatar
June 27, 2018 at 2:02 PM
Tim, this is in fact a descriptive masterpiece, resulting in the desired effect of the reader seemingly experiencing the action described!
Lane Avatar
June 27, 2018 at 10:40 AM
Have you been reading Genesis, dear Tim? "searching deep past those diamonds flakes freckling your fears an obsidian laden of mistrust cutting off the edge of my crusade" This verse is fantastically descriptive.
Smith Avatar
June 27, 2018 at 10:54 AM
Not today...thanks Lin
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