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I know not what it's like,

For naught is all-

Of what I likely know.

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I know not what it's like,

For naught is all-

Of what I likely know.

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Analyzing outdated axioms,

For the sake of shackled minds.

Catapults one, into insanity-imagined

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They dance-entranced,

Breathing mosaics onto skin,

As thoughts-unplanned,

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An ashen lacked Phoenix,

Looms; a caste for deaths quell.

Swept by drafts of felt deepness,

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Canopies of weeds,

Shimmy over rugs.

Shining rays-

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-I see your mirrors casket form, as my near and tragic world, subdues wings forgotten furled, in attempt to find a norm, amongst our mad and deranged storms, that gather untraced thorns, from roses le

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I'm caught in a time loop-

With past twines, left tied loose.

Future knots twist-trying to entwine truth,

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This poem was written by Carly Lynn a.k.a. The ravens reaper, who helped me find my way when I was searching for my purpose...if anyone wants to see my beginnings in poetry download an app called "poe

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I trust in my depression, to make me feel alone

Leading new directions, into great unknowns

May your greatest failures, pull you to achieve

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