✾// REALity ReinflaME

REALity tastes like mirthful molten mint
chips, crusty crunch
Moth-eaten mauve parchments,
maggots munching on mnesic nerves

It looks like a battleground turned burial
in nemoral necropolis
Nuances mackle, foggy fuliginous
and bromous boulevards

It sounds like atrabilious antinomes
and bickering blore
Clangouring cacophonies draining dulcet
and prodding eardrums

It smells like rotting gleed in
moisture moulding mansion mounts
Nocent whiffs of hazy chloroform
haunting olfactory organs

It feels like a throbing touch of
purgatory pyre, hellish hues ablaze
Which tolerance and repentance,
reward a sense of peiskos reinflaME

// Warring yet Worth it
Repulsive yet Rewarding //

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