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DESOLATE WASTELAND

I am living in a 

Desolate wasteland 

Every dream I ever had 

Blew away

Impossible now. 

So instead I'm morphing into 

A

Supranational mutant, 

The palliative caregivet to 

My dying life. 

Forces within me are surging and 

Awakening 

I feel 

Powerful 

But depleted

Where have I even been?

And I don't mean 

Geographically. 

My soul is asunder

And I plunder my heart

For Lyrical 

Twilight dreaming 

While my feet are 

Hot rocks

On the asphalt planes. 

I rock with the best of them

My future will begin again 

As elle, or ilya, or both. 

That is my 

Current thought.