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by Victor   Apr 6, 2017


Innocuous sentiment
To shackle and bind
Amidst a swirling din that rattles my core

This debility in my fabric
Hinder my capacity to convalesce
In this, the realm of affliction

Among the droll, unable to contain
Such transient limbo, waning is my wake
No cosmic power, together or to weather
My chimerical ardor, illustrious amaranthine

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