I remain the remains
Of rubbles and vice..
I am that love
Between lust and hatred,
Stuttering for touch
Blue turned red,
Renunciation of sorts
With utter fulfilment,
Smelt obnoxious
Repulsive scent,
While I turn to hate
As sun shows down,
I am that twilight
After an arid wild frown,
I am that movement
Ever blooming notion,
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