Bound To Bliss
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Our fateful moment rose to a fever pitch,
the perfect temperature, smoldering,
in the extant elegance of chaos
that encapsulates eagerly the transmutation,
where elements either disintegrate,
or melt mellifluously into something greater,
something substantial, like accursed souls,
bound by bliss, slaves to substance,
entrenching armies of passion
deep within the catacombs of Hell,
perennially at war, fighting furiously,
for the only real thing they know
to be true.
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Zy Marquiez ©
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