The tangled web I have woven is but a walk down a highway of lost horizons.
I cannot turn the corners of misfortune,
I cannot yield to the hazards that scatter before me.
These streets colored in their distressed red roses,
Deep, rich fragments of what once was you.
Laying there in a violent patronage of lifeless indulgence.
Your love was deep with intent, contempt and obsession -
You devoured every emotion, never conceding;
Persistent and convoluted, you banter in front of me.
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