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Second Place Bust-a-Rhyme Poetry Contest Winner, 2006
Macabre in Human Angst Albert Serrano Amidst my feet lie endless beat from where my soul devote to me. What are my options when my heart tells me what to do? Why am I lost? For lost in space divulged from truth. If you're there to make me happy why has sadness overcome me in drought. If you have seen all my interknitting then why do you tangle in such a web? If you have studied then why do I know more than you? Ah, such questions I ask of you. Yet, you stand there divulged from truth. Whilst you mingle in Houdini rope as a catalyst to a madman's hope. While you ask of me for my past hence you handle with such a task. And as a tumor of a heart beat to the droplets of a storm. I only ask what have you done to attract such scorn? Yet, you stand there divulged of truth. As I lay, Away from you.
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