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Poetry in Denounement Seek
SeekIt's been two months and still nothing but an utter and the silencing death of lonesome.Just the echoes of your breathing and the heat it comes with it.It rings to my ears and sends chills down my spine.But nothing beats a devastating turn of events if you are not here by my side.Even though your presence is gone, I can feel the atmosphere that was left by the distance.It brought days and weeks of weeping that evolved into a drastic cry for help.You found yourself in the place you didn't expect to be.However, it was how you rose from the ground that made you stay where you are.It's going to be almost 3 months. Still no word from you.I saw you passing by every once in a while.But I was looking forward to the point where we were supposed to say 'Hi' and exchange a hug if possible.Instead, you just walked. Walked away and drifted.I wanted to come after you.I wished to follow you.I dreadfully dreamed of touching your skin for even a bit.I t
Poetry in Denounement Hidden
HiddenIt is an exhausting night where the howling of the wolves can only be heard when you listen.Beyond that is the deep silence of a lady in black.But i must ask you first, Can you fill the spaces that were left untouched?Return that was borrowed, but you never had?Ask for something in return and answer for another question?Then, drift in a mental illusion and turnover for the world's bloodiest nightmare to come.She lurks in every corner, hides in every space and comes out if she's hungry for your flesh.Looks can be deceiving, but never look into her eyes. One glance can keep you paralyzed, but conscious.You'd be watching her devour your insides, painful to look at but no movement can be done once she has you.The easiest yet the most difficult death will be showcased, and you as its audience. The curtain will never close.After the outstandingly gore meal, she leaves your body. Remained unremembered and useless.She wipes the blood off of her face,
Poetry in Denounement A letter to unmute
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Poetry in Denounement Opening Doors
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Poetry in Denounement Endless
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