Samsara

Punctured through thin skinned slates,

as I wonder of my previous past.

Twisted throughout disgrace,

as my lost heart pulses, alas.

An open mind unfolds,

as my imagery comes to cast.

A new being,

as a founded heart beats on a polished state for evermore.





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