Diminishing Sanity

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    Diminishing Sanity

    Very well then my dear, take a look at me
    let your gaze burn down my skin like molten fire,
    like syringe so sharp dripping with ice cold unknown liquid.
    Poison me with your glare.
    Seduce me with your gaze
    Capture me with those blazing lingering stares..
    Before i fade away, away, slowly, completely.
    away,
    forever.
    gone.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    zatarra’s Poems (2)

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