where to?

I merely understood the feeling,

before it was gone. 

I held close to the idea of moving, 

stagnant, inert. 

I cut the tip of my eye, to a vision of a lover

in disguise. 

yell harrow, that it vanish tomorrow

no. throes.

broken limbs, stubbed toes. 


vacuous vapid villain.


ludicrous, imbecile peabrain. 




foolish youths of gregarious interim moments – 


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