Silly how we seem to think that they may think – in a straight and immediate and narrowly eager line Again
That they will shyly-both-slyly profess…
“The brutal people that force others with endless baracades and troublesome aims … to take their favourite best feelings and torture it’s safest pathway”
The instinct took time to reimburse itself for these damaged moments of complete cutthroat ordeal.
That inner-felt feeling for another moment to make itself matter again.
Nicotene bites at the trail of her softly scattering fingernails – And a dark yellow stain sails angrily against
The face of one room’s par excellence…
Brutal moments of worryingly inappropriate conundrum caused by utter lack of carefree commotion, disaster-ridden rather. A slaughtering clusterf**king of never-ending, nerve-laden malpractice, which twists itself ingloriously amidst…
Broken-ended by way of mannerly sensation – wherein this playful plagiarist poet will oh, so wilfully attempt to make mediocre sense again
Sometimes insane, some shy…
The medium took some seriously enigmatic concentration quantified rightly by constant per-early-am. atrophy. Namely of a bargaining both bothered body of endlessly needling bones – having conscientiously…
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