Therecis Owl Poems

Indulge in the ecstasy,
may the tasteless not confront thee
may the poison be a bitter wine
that never shall affect
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It seems that Life in itself is waiting
waiting for an ever-changing reality
an unawakened truth lies on these dreams
that lingers in it's brutality and plays the strings
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Exhausting the fumes of your handheld mind in a world alone
The conquest for greatness on a permanent pause
Called temporary to worrisome ears with fake smiles
Tonight I have you in my arms and I hear the hammering escaping your chest
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