P.R Deltoid Poems

Dull monochrome drizzle intrudes
the freezing brittle breath
of forever winter;
Never so apt a season does
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We are all ghosts-
ignorant to the hegemonic gravity of absurdity
pacing the tedious even steps of silent mediocrity
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Your thighs are like a vista
my fingers trace every blemish
of your voluptuous landscape
-compelled to wonder
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Cracked shards of existence
colour the expectations of my vision
and form broken realities
upon the floorboards of my mind.
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I am seduced but yet disgusted
my imbued mind cannot be trusted
for intellect no longer holds such reason
why each tide of time and roll of season
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