A steaming hot latte // iced caramel and I’m away on a whim
These times are crying out to be utterly replicated, oh so terrifically sedated
My navy-blue suit is an Armani knock-off, made to trick them all into believing in me
Fate hellbent upon playing its ricochet cards, pardon the shoddy nature of my homegrown scripture for now, seems I’ve been dipping a manicured toe, hoping that this turns out to be a little or a whole lot otherworldly
Don’t suppose you will sit with me, soften the blow altogether, bow to my every sensational albeit nonetheless about-to-be dried-out conversation – beneficial when given the opportunity to set itself in its very own groove – shine like a seriously flicked dime
Shouldn’t we be trying to smile as best we can all of the way through it – falsifying the pain which gets to blame no one but us
My mind may well be in tatters
But
There
Just
Has
To
Be
Some
Kind
Of
A
Ladder
Back

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