00wolf Syring Poems

A merciful siren she came to be.
This beautiful song that stole my sight.
Just as I fell she set me free.
It left me standing alone somewhere deep in the night.
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It's the catalyst that's lacking,
A volatile mix of compounds reacting.
Exothermic by nature,
An abundance of heat released through pen and paper.
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I have seen the apocalypse in my back yard.
Ive seen a horders life from behind the stacks of cuboidal bars.
The strife of a scrounging existence.
Manipulation runs rife with thoughs who have no life.
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The Sugary scent of death still lingers.
Like A sweet final breath before the long freeze.
Natures scurry brought slowly to a stall.
The skeletal remains reaching skyward for the stars.
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