Art is my essence.
Art is my opium.
Cannot deny coveted
alluring caress... yet live.
Heart beats
vigorously
fervour only
in moments
bequeathing ardour.
Passions
inflaming youth
stirred
white hot
have never
abated fled
sated not yet
feeling intense
weeping billions
of cognizant
quivering wounds
belatedly bled
quivering bled.
Eternal Imagination
Task Mistress
In A World Of Unlike Souls
Signals Damaging Distress.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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