Depth prose poem

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Hardly does anything trespass through the intricate niches of delirium,
A shout practically hovers around in oblivion and a morning yell is supposed to be suppressed in the enthusiastic turbulence of dark whirl
Darker emotions have to be admitted and gloomy ambiences must be revered
For they are all stripped off from the covers of hollow entices and amateur lures
A dark side possesses a hypnotic depth, a depth magical enough to displace entire souls coupled in hate;
A depth which quite artfully butchers the fake horizons and the twisted logics of pragmatism.

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