Frustrated,
I jolly across a bending warp,
a farring man in the mirror, welcomes me a farewell,
I woozily recollect fragments of disintegration; to make for an illusory contentment.
I walk towards the forestation, seeking warmth from a place I once upon a time, soared happy about.
wingless,
I await the uproar of my dissolvement.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 19th, 2020 07:16
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Comments1
A fine write River. You falling to bits there? Dissolving?! Come back - help! heehee.
Appreciate it Orchi! I'm trying to come back haha
You coming back standing on your head there?!
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