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I love this creativity site…thank you ….
I let go and release my poetry..I just got this one published in
American poetry volume 2
By Laney West'
A Poem called
“GONE”
Here is the faded gift that they call love,
Hidden in the depths of its desire,
A loneliness to sad to speak of,
Lurking in its distance is its urges of passion,
Awakened this sudden blaze,
The kind that's brilliant in its fashion,
Colliding forces of love and hate,
suffering in a deep confusion,
Watching it slowly suffocate,
Exchanging a heart for a lifted soul,
Reclaiming its in tire existence,
Remains the silent sin we stole,
An obsession that consumes,
flickers out the flame,
Tracing ashes in empty rooms
Familiar thunder with purple rain,
mourns the tired soul
Screams , laughter, and pain
torn up and spit up this fallen trust,
it submerges in darkness desperately
hiding this wound called
“LUST
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