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essence of a thought (Free verse) by lmp
no diaphanous membrane, this;
bearing down upon the soul,
a cascading megalith,
crumbling resolve with no remorse.
no soothing analgesic, this;
burning holes in the heart
like a ruptured caustic cyst,
melting dreams, leaving despair.
demolishing love with its force,
a raging beast set on a course
as darkness creeps from the abyss;
banishing hope and sunlight, this.
intimate, incessant constrictor of air,
a garrotte made of silken hair
wrapping tighter than a crushing fist;
no mere flight of fancy, this.
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