Trace there of

Traces There Of
I’m drawn off,
by the allegation
Pressed forth,
In which my
sexual desires,
Consuming my body
Taking over,
in a tranquil way,
Seeking starr light,
With the morning,
Dusk at rise,
Turning night into day,
Leaving unwanted traces,
Of last night’s brall,
Devastation intake
Kicks into high gear,
Ready to take on another form
For being caught,
Lights up the sky
like neon lights sparkling
on the horizon at sunset,
Bright and glorious,
With greatness,
The colors flow so naturally,
Creating a chemical color effect,
With snowing in the air,
Land, fire and earth,
Trapped under all

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