Flaming denial, hits me like shrapnel
A shame that reeks;numbing my senses.
I turned to combat the failed me...
The conflicts, and the war zone I built inside my head.
Pages that are rustic now, which guided me
I tend to have lost myself,
Stolid views are daub with rufescant powder
dreams bolted out
Trembling in trepidation...
Channeling to a system, cryptic.
a Palsied existence..a de-manufactured being.
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