Facade
The party
See into me
They are one
Faint breathing
Walls are moving
Everything is green
They gather, circle pit
Moshing, they all speak
Breaking things, sickened
Night shifts- things unclear
Sexy feet pantyhose, I observe
Winding down, I am spinning around
Still happened, I was unaware
A part of me was found
So much in the well
Wishing dreams
Until im gone
Sugar cube
Ingestion
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 15th, 2026 09:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Just play the new album"
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Dreams, LSD it leads to visions of oneself. Nice
Thank you very much. I know its not the greatest poetry in history.
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