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A World To Destroy The Senses
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Poems 2004 My world tastes of blood and spices,
Bittersweet with the hate of those once loved,
My world smells of decaying rosebuds,
Rotten and mocking the essence of what once was.
My world feels like a china doll,
Fragile yet carelessly thrown upon the floor,
My world looks like a baron wasteland,
With only the memory of what was there before.
My world holds the sweet scent of night,
Silently dieing at the first light of dawn,
My life is the moon at the break of day,
The beginning of the end with the future gone.
Written with such wisdom and grace.