Poetry Today

My eyes are full of madness

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Brushstrokes

Heavy with regret

Painting the hollow

Spaces

Down

In the lonely depths

Where blood

And bone

Touches Darkness

There

My soul

Is the color of obsidian

My eyes are full of

Madness©

 

 

 

 

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