It Doesn't Matter

twice the dawn a beginning is an end burdened no longer by trials a turbulent eruption of motions emitted at rapid pace spat and sunk with evil demolition the attrition made in earnest to rid the wasted anvil of time passions hurt in reality and fantasy my dreams no longer adhere neither here nor there I quake the earth not to stay my ground no longer uplifted I alight on desperation's wings held aloft on broken desires and time’s passions I am a waste of human life


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