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Leaving A Youthful Red

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A peek at you,
Whispering to myself to thyself.
It is all my soul needs to repeat this evolving cycle.
By whatever means even if my health runs amuck.

Sometimes before an unholy hour,
I gear a dose of some medication;
Other times a few hundred minutes after.
Farfetched as I seem, I would off a leak in consideration.

Passive-aggressive or not there comes times long as ever.
Such as ones when I haven’t a blink until the morning crow.
The rooster less alarming then the feline tugging at my mouth in a fever.
Metabolism not what it should be even though I’m young of life’s flow.

It may sound like child’s play,
But with every mind involved,
There is always room for a subliminal ploy.
Written in pitch dark ink found aimlessly.

Neither black or white does it stain.
Tethering realms of the bold and the clear.
Amusement enjoyed and left without cherish by a late train.
Nuances securing personal tides spilling out more than clever.

Mystical arrays of moisture locked floating.
Cloud-like Koi splash melting ice in bits across the dead sky.
A rapid dash in attempts to wake a creator sleeping.
Left with the world, remaining a stadium platform abandoned in red.
A poem I forgot to upload onto the site.
Also if this is boring when you read it, think about pokemon.
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