Mind over matter
You’re the mad-hatter
Spatterings of hope
When we cope, we cope
When we fall, we so much as fall
To a most unsavoury ground
Possibilities all around albeit utterly shrouded
By a mind unable to somehow find its particular avenue again
Oh so goddamn eager to catch lust-filled flame!!
Just one more minute and these sins, or so they say, will burn on up
Delicately cusped… then blown to absolute smithereens

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