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Feelings of abandonment before
The very thoughts of our words vanished
From the equus of our being
The pronunciation of its existence
Cemented in premeditations
Of the consciousness of forgone illusions
Eclipsed only the by infatuation
Of love's silhouette
In the palms of betrayal
Thirsting for a unquenchable desire
Hallowing rational insights
In spite of imminent harm
To fulfill spoken utterances of nobility
Suffocating silently under self induced distress
I heard it for months in the silence of an embrace
Captured in the the warmest caress
Of words aimed at the soul
Laced with a poison the tempers the heart
Exfoliating the mind
As to intoxicate to the spirit
Reasoning with consciousness
Convicted to a term not exceeding
Life without...
By sight without sound
All things remain debatable
Yesterday is tomorrow
Even when holding hand with today
There for there is no optimism
Just a wanting of what doesn't exist
Yet instead of acknowledging
We've suspended ourselves upon an essence
That will manifest
Strange fruit upon a familiar trees
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