My shadow self in silhouette, Has tested confidence In where the face is, Of my selfless To be said.
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Answerless.
I told them, I was feeling blurred And that the purgatory, Of the answerless Was mine, To be assured.
Looking for a Blue World.
So it hurts to be.
I am to be Allergic To my Art.
Dandelion Fly.
Allow for a condition, Propped up by A cascading, Decision To stop, Living still And fly.
Or so you tell me.
In the delegation Of derogatory Allocation My expression Is an allegory That is already Mistaken.
Gravity or Entropy.
Is the chaos of a fall, A pattern After all?
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.
Tree to Petal.
And so they bloom, And with that merrymaking Meets the somber tune, At the legacy After gale’s broom.
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