Poetry

I decided to write a poem something I haven't done in ages. Just last night I went through some old posts. I seen some

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2920 days later

For one day and 2920 days,

It was just a phase,

Yet the wrath beneath still lays,

Ignited by old ways.

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Fires, fearsome, flay

A cold heart of rage.

Shackles or cage

What do you gauge?

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A new chapter, a new page,

The centre, front stage.

Forgotten blues, outrage,

All of which estrange.

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** -Masyl**

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