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With every line I draw, every task I do,
Ouroboros rebirths creation cycles in my head,
Self consuming from the end back to the start,
Perpetually renewing, hopeless does not matter.
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Turning, turning I cannot help but to think of you,
I remember all the words you have so casually said,
Each one ending our promises never to part,
That we are yet together does not matter.
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I would bid this absurd returning life adieu,
If I could avoid the reflexive pain that I dread,
Cold serrated indifference cuts twisting in my heart,
That you are not aware does not matter.
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I am painting, transforming into color, the misery review,
Ghostly dreams, ephemeral love, all are my dancing dead.
Paintbrush in hand, I am recording lies renewed as art,
That you can not see does not matter.
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Bear … 03.20.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint
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Hagalaz’ Runedance – Labyrinth
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