Marks are hard To come by, Even when the pain Is screaming from Eye to Good bye.
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Already Dirty
But did you know? My anti-microbial, My napkin, My way to clean, Is stubbornly Already dirty.
Write Yourself.
Then follow your ticket, Even if you have to Write yourself Into The Show.
Fickle Tide.
When I am surrounded By so many Of their everyone’s, Am I really Any of My anyone?
The Plastic Daisy.
Ideas are not, Strong enough Against a person, Who stands on them For power.
Incur the Pollination.
Has the requiem of deserves, Met the chosen against The purpose Of reserves.
Remains of Populace.
The party of population, Has uttered us into A misheard usher, Of lizard resolution All told onto a catch, That […]
Accompanied Travel.
At the outward seam, I break the lean And fasten still, Another way Through purgatory.
Alright Today.
Even as the market of pursuit, Has halted us in suits I have allowed, A gilded hesitation If only for […]
Perceive.
But the bright, Won’t return If the light, Wasn’t A wave, At all.
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