Glimpse it
No matter the way she manages to stay with in his brain he does sustain the vivid feeling she caused upon him. He hated liking the thought of her presence, the warmth her memory invoked deep with in him. Time has passed since she last loved him, yet he
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Fueled by fury his fists interchanged swings towards his now horizontal foe. Each strike altering his complexion into one with more character, like an artist painting a pale canvas with costly maroon paint, rage and vengeance where his brushes and satisfaction the scene he aimed for, for pride is something man is reluctant to part with. Though to which extent should we decide the fate of another man through our red clouds of judgement? For it like dawn comes and goes every day but only lasts a minute while day and night continuously maintain the balance of our existence.
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Perception is subjective, until the end of time
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The eyes that stare into infinite tomorrows across the ocean of dreams, often broken do they lie in the abyss, forgotten by the angst of labor distributed to all along with overwhelming undesired stress stacking Botox under saddened frowns ignored
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I someday wish to partake in this said beating pertaining to a singled out bush known as “thee”
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Going around in circles we fail
Spiraling downward into our own disgrace
Your highest dream getting farther
As the inevitable low becomes your new home
Lonely now along with your dignity
Do you lay in the dark corners of your brain
Inquiring within your conscious
Beating it senseless for the answer in which you went wrong
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The leash released and you ran with might
Far as you could out of sight
But little did you know
That all this great woe
Would be yours to handle
-Imdafox
