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OxidationFish the sky for stars that fly,Like hunting for memories for tangible clarities.The winds carry sounds like orchestral rounds,While corrosion mars like seasonal scars.Arctic thatches of ivory patchesEnsnare the earth with frozen rebirth.The lands are cast in oxidation like seas of imitation;Such rustic embrace is teasing and feigns this seemingOf peelings of sadness, the clippings of madnessOr of harboring insanity that mimics profanity.Erase those fears like waves efface lingering footsteps,Left etched in sand by dreamers, hope filled bringers.Whisper secrets to the moon, stars in bloom,Dispositions fleeting with dusk to chase after lust;Like tides of paralysis and minds insisting for analysis,With inclinations of inclining and hearts refining from confining.
DelusionAwake on streets sides in dawn, with all dreams gone,While the gutters mimic streams from the early morning drizzle.The lakeside shores of tattered asphalt screams black,Like the foreboding letter from a massacre killer.Loud are the footsteps which pass them by, make them cry,From a day's penniless begging, of futile raging.Silent are the tender emotions, like untold contortions,From twisted tales for attention, in search of redemption.The horizon is blanketed in smog, mountains in fog,Like islands floating in the sky, awaiting anchorage.The blue exposure behind is a pale, ashen celadon,Like the background of romantic memories.Thick are the hearts of young lovers, fleeting flutters,Of summer romances towards making advances, stealing chances.Thin are the minds of logical reverence, their only preference,Of those that know no daunting, only flaunting.Nights here seem endless and everlasting, like no moons passing;Fluorescent teeming of all-day shop lights are their guid