Tongue, touch, tethered torso/ a gathering man still stands

Both mentally malnourished aside intricately ripped to startling shreds all over again … Seams which beg to be bled

And he ceaselessly screams – crying out-loud voicelessly amidst this, his singularly suggested silence. Both imprisoning paradise … lost?

Seems to me to beautifully be

That the riotous noise of the nocturnal nighttime has been acting wide-awake and excitably attempting

To viciously reawaken the Face of his nightmarish dreams… …

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