Her world, a toxic fume of venting flares,
She emits venom,
vindictive brash tarnishes the exterior of a once sought outlook
Anger burns as quickly the visage gored into a demon-like creature
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This bowl is no longer mine,
Let her go,
It has been used and would always be by others.
My recovery, the bowl is cheap,
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At the precipice
The wanderer slipped to her path,
A descent arrayed in comply deceit;
Feigning like a chameleon a thousand times skin shredded.
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A tough decision I warrant you,
The last time to hold you on earths harbour
To see the eyes of the seed of my hope,
I take my exit, away without my will,
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Beyond these garnished gaiety
The soul speeds to its rest,
As merry moon mops the residue
Or sorrowing sun sinks the beauty of youth
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Floods of pain burst,
spreading a nest like lava beam
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Idlers, paved her paths in active energies, mocking in secret while feigning friendliness,
Desperate in cunning kept afore, waspish indecorous renown and legendary
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She found a field, she took it, she loves to have it so.
The world she hoped to have, and so her heart doth run,
Entwined around by follies, the which she called her friends
And these to scared to say the errors of her ways
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You asked, I can see the wagging of the tongue,
Memories of that venture at Ikoyi,
The same which was done to You and many
I heard your question unvoiced, you wait the news
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Don't trust a sinner,
they act without thinking
never trust the unregenerate
controlled by several demons
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