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Emotions
Emotions
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Nights,
the moon dont shine
enters the art of notion.
Lord o lord what makes me perceive
lie crumbled
The silent jitters.
It thrashes.
I abide.
It puts in all
the jaded efforts.
I still stand
On my trembling plinth
As those mythical scars
char my crust.
Don't see, don't feel.
That ray of light?
That might be unreal.
