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Delusions Of A Peaceful Place (Free verse) by Stacy Stewart
Echos of rambling outsiders
arms wide open; a hush of
silence plagues us.
While we rest on an old dirty couch
chasing the dragon.
Our minds filled with clatter
delusions of a peaceful place.
Blood trickling down,
the dirty syringe passed
with no saint hood of rejecting
the feelings.
We tremble, I yearn for more
Mesmerized with a glassy, waxed
over stare.
Dancing nostrils flare to the
perfect scintillating anticipation.
Delicious purge; surging through my skin,
falling...falling...
to a shrewd world, underlying
a victory lost to a bittersweet
defeat.
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