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Insipid
Stolid,
Nothing feels like lucid or real,
Anymore.
No more cold rains ,
Hitting my rufescent skin like anomalous bullets
Piercing into my thoughts,
Replaying and rewinding,
Long lost memories in the back of my mind.
I just want to feel it again - the breeze that tucked my flimsy hairs behind my ears
And the flaming mirth smothering me ,
Every single time I wish you were here.
I just want them - those tiffany teardrops from the skies
To be colder and frigid as they penetrating my scarlet flesh
And shattered broken soul that prisoned,
Deep in my cemented chests
And I just want them - the oppressive avoirdupois on my ribs
To be a little be inane and heavier,
So I would be numb
And breathless..
And so that
I will nothing ,
Nothing my false hopes coursing down the viridian veins
Buried on my hands
Because I want to,
Cause' I need to
Breath it right under this frosty ices I was buried
Beneath that depthless desire and shreds of broken dreams
Inundating me like gritty steels
Dauntless
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A poem I wrote on a long, mundane day. Hope you enjoy it!