She bleeds her distance away from me
Without the clutch I feel I can breathe
Still these vents are latched with strings
Pulling with every beat
Becoming Obsolete
I count my fingers for everyday
There's not enough that I could say
These joints explode into my brain
All hail the king, all Because of the Shame
I fall into forever now
Its a condensed fall for now
As I stick to this time and space
The eggs crack and sizzle in my Basket Case
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Author:
Noah (
Offline) - Published: September 2nd, 2021 03:27
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Comments2
an intriguing read
wonderfully worded, thanks for sharing
Thanks mek!
well done noah keep on writing.
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