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its not normal for me to write something, specially a poem without it being homework, but this just came to me, im no 'spert on poems so it might suck
will it ever stop
on it rages
it leaves me no chance
it puts every second behind
no care to relenquish with acquiscence
will it ever give periodic bliss
the time a rampant devil
not of inferno but frigid clarity
it stings at me
i try to hide myself from it, fleet its enrapture
surreal success is vain
maybe i'll continue my efforts
under the concatenation of hopes
the enshroudment of futility |
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