At the outward seam, I break the lean And fasten still, Another way Through purgatory.
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Bruised and Chose.
How an interruption, In an enjoyment Of being safe, Can make me Bruised and Chose My coldness As my own […]
Opaque.
When you are not, Good enough For the one, Who would Make you, Good.
No Smell.
I was on, That side So I had lost, The name.
Until.
Be grateful, For all that you got I was sure of that, Until I was not.
Looking for a Blue World.
So it hurts to be.
I am to be Allergic To my Art.
Or so you tell me.
In the delegation Of derogatory Allocation My expression Is an allegory That is already Mistaken.
Awakened Sleep.
The paranoia in the room Is all it takes And all I make To come to my own doom.
Map to Nowhere.
Doubt inside anxiety was eating yes away And then it was guilt Deciding tomorrow As today.
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