Abyss in White

Grieving dark abyss,
Then, a grain of sand in hand.
Leave me be.
One ongoing love of lead,
Left a flightless feather there.
It is a one-way,
A finite unforeseeable forthcoming. Brainwashed.
Please, please yield this game.
I'm trying to conform.
Amazon, who am I?
Mathematically, statistically uncanny.
Pressurized cannon misfire. Foul-play.
In denial is key, but not to a door, to paranoia.
Feel free to pass that along.
A Roman road was built next door to my house,
I took it with my mom.
Martinez mislead me, cerdo.
A pale tomato talked to me today, and I fell madly in love.
He is a mute, timid rock.
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