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POEM: Subline

Cover me in a veil of sorrow
And i will give you my shame
As i rest my bones
Against the waves
That will only be as dense
As my heart is...
Once and always
Twice and never
Breaths taken 
And baits forsaken
As you reach a point
Where instincts dissolve
And senses falter
By vice or by choice
As you are tired 
To even express...
Just as you are tired
Of not being expressive
Just as you are sad
Of not being mad anymore
Quite as you are mad
Of not being seen
Just as you chose not to see
Believe your sin
Indifference is a duality...
Glazed in vanity, inanity and profanity
Sanity, reign a day, rein a tic, heretic verity
Seraphic brevity, clarity, always just out of reach
And I will not preach
As i chose not to listen
What you prose to teach
Cower me in a labyrinth of tomorrow...
And i will revel you to my grave..

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