Diminishing Sanity

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    Diminishing Sanity

     Very well then my dear, take a look at me
    let your gaze burn down my skin like molten fire,
    like syringe so sharp dripping with ice cold unknown liquid.
    Poison me with your glare.
    Seduce me with your gaze
    Capture me with those blazing lingering stares..
    Before i fade away, away, slowly, completely.
    away,
    forever.
    gone.

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    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

    zatarra’s Poems (2)

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