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Category: Writing and Poetry
Fantasy life was assumed but not found Fate lives in a casket locked up underground Blocked By The Pain Of Memories That Surpassed The future desired lives far in the past True love was murdered by untimely lust Destiny whispers to hope in disgust The world does spin but it’s no longer round Endless the dirt in hearts burial ground Breath is still forced and without hesitation Through doors that don’t offer the gift of rotation Whirlwind is the brain that can’t find its fate Got confused by directions and showed up too late Exits are dirt filled and one way is each street Hope dies when it reaches dead end of defeat The purpose of life until death is just sorrow Empty was the corpse that lived life in tomorrow -- Audrey Michelle
 
6:16 PM
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