So, we’re what you call bodies. Pendants just
hanging restless. My skeleton struggles worse
than I do. The vapor, the skin… And for the sore
down losers.That spend their shattered spirits
in the line. With those scours that were made
for me. I am feeling dizzy looking at this eyesore.
Eyesore vertigo. Cling to miserable lives.
Pretend there is no other choice. Sharpen your
imperfections and crumble in your effl
orescence. There’s pills to make the advent end.
Clearly there’s no easy way out. Walls down
body language. Endless knots rip the heart, sow
the wounds. As a leper. As a father of climbing
walls under water.
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