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. 

you.

vacuous vapid villain.

you.

ludicrous, imbecile peabrain. 

we.

incognito.

 abominable. 

foolish youths of gregarious interim moments – 

Evanescence.

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