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Short Poem 8-16-13-1

Corroded veins breed contaminated circulation, a tainting that begins with bereft corridors of tampered complacency and ends, after an excruciatingly devolving revolution of unhappy pursuits often confused with oblivion.  The validation of end-laced deportments, bludgeon clean the all too delicate levers of supine vacancy. Time then offers us a parable.  A poor excuse for solidarity when unleavened vines ever-captivate the wandering directions of the slipknot’s integral mind.


About hobgoblin2011

I'm a poet and aspiring screenwriter/songwriter with a passion for film, art, photography, philosophy and heavy metal. I love reading, mainly non-fiction, comic books, graphic novels, myth and reference. Family always comes first for me. I'm a proud father to two wonderful pups and two curious cats. I'm also a glutton for punishment aka the life of being a diehard Buffalo Bills and Sabres fan.

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