'Beating Part'
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Memories mind tastes,
ineffective to shake,
perhaps they're meant to remain forever stoned in disarray,
condemned to images of lesser slake;
Strength instills far within inner sound core,
no matter how wide one's history has been torn;
Such plentiful thoughts come,
whirling as if jumbled words,
no redeeming girth,
nor not capturing their worth;
None explanation for how syllables stole away this heart,
deception plays single cruel card,
ghostly photo eyes were of warning to depart,
yet -
being in isolation was a fear greater than surroundings tearing apart;
remember: there discloses a beating part,
behind hallucinating darts.
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