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by Apr 5, 2020

I was left in the solace of my chaos... Poetry

I was left in the solace of my chaos... Poetry

i was left in the solace
of my chaos
among misplaced things
i've been owning
for life

in silence of figures
between arrows
of my dusted and bleeding
insides

but i laid my palm
for the oath
on the altar of mind
through suffer
bridged two ends
of the same rope

reached both hands
in a gush of blisfull
excitement

i could see you as clear as day
on the knees and erect like statue
i could hear you through the whips of breeze
even though my soul was fractured

and through poison
of mundane pain

i discovered a life
in the dead of the sea 
of your presence and your absence.

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