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[aid] => mick
[title] => Intricacy
[time] => 2004-04-22 10:40:56
[hometext] => Depressions Culmination.
[bodytext] => Intricacy. In the corner of a dark room, A cul-de-sac where I would prevail, I mourn over my debauchery, Silhouetted by the nebulous shadows. Reveling within my visual sphere, I ensue pleasures prohibited by the world outside, Whilst my hands shiver as a epileptics, I coiled away, aloof and conceited. I coiled with my aberration Within my visual sphere, Driven to madness, By raucous balls of fire! Shadows billeted intermittently, Guarding my periphery at ease, Averting my melancholy laments, They torture me with apparent ardency. Never received plaudit for my postulations, I remained dilapidated in precariousness, Bought down by the horns of avarice & adversity, By my vulnerability towards malign intentions. I coiled with my aberration Within my visual sphere, Driven to madness, By raucous balls of fire!! My afflictions petite before their irreverence, An extraneous flag flapping above an air vent, Such was their defiant aptitude, To demarcate man between love and god. Maudlin & cloistered I sat, absorbed By the intrusive shadows, Ailing under the elongated dark wings, Breathing the fuming air. I coiled with my aberration Within my visual sphere, Driven to madness, By raucous balls of fire!!! ~T.Perera~ [comments] => 2 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 64 [informant] => Thivanka [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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