Dirtied By The Dolor...
When Chuck Norris does division, there are no remainders.
-Peter
Lost in the superficial shadows,
of yesterday’s heartache.
Breathing in the poignancy,
of emotions once thought lost.
A hesitating lachrymose,
brewing all the stronger.
Elegiac cries fill the darkness,
that once, seemed so pure.
But now, is dirtied by the dolor,
and streaked down by a keen.
It was deflowered by the truth,
and is kept satisfied by lies.
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