Desolution and Deprivation
The unwanted keys to my serenity
Walling off all senses for enigmatic tranquility
Denying life to "fit" in others' lives
Serving "the forbbiden fruit" in a buffet
Of shallow and callous swaller
Wallowing in crucifixtion
And ressurrections
Bleeding sweet tears into saucers
Lapped up by quasi pariahs
Pronged tongues savoring nectar's innocents
Spewing their purity and morals
Viewing askew souls forever
Doubting all
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