There is this burgeoning light, trying to fight aside undeniably flicker its tired and tamed flame and to inundate itself to get in, eventually indeed
Breathes captured, dreaded entanglement
Minds wish to crucify all of these horrendous instances
And we wait and sit and witness to see it all -…
No holds barred, and this untainted upon lending-pen tends to bringing it all rather back to life – the roundabout knife-edge which solemnly co-exists silent within
I stop to forget and, so suddenly soon, all of this forgetfulness makes utter nonsensical sense again – I am right here, immediately right about now
There was a time and, undeniably, one such sickeningly individualistic place, wherein each aside every next singularly insufferable person could toast and neatly breathe and feel
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