A day without
Expression is Armageddon,
Pressure penetrates passed
The pendulum of oppression,
The color red rots from every rose,
A domestic pain flourishes
Through emotional columns and rows,
A feeling of the darkness conquering
The light,
The senses can feel the obscurity of
Something not being completely right,
These are the feelings that I have
When I go a day without attempting
To write
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