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Adelram Cenk

"...Oh deep dark flavor, the taste of every blood,

It resemble each words, that blunders any heart.

As the clear nightfalls intertwine by a bleak horizon,

Doze with fraudulent bluff, torment of a lethal narcissist.

As though a monochromic tomorrow, had been my good old pal,

When forthcomings dive deep into its self-colored abyss.

The enduring blues, unceasing nightmares,

Candid midnight thoughts that whisper every ode."