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 Grandeur Of Melancholy


The going

gone into a blood curling scream.
When I take it all in; what emotions
do for you; neglect.

There is a way to express
without screaming it out.

There is joy without a horror
story; screaming at them all.

My heart possessed
with the unending mess
what can I do; but scream
at you.

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