THIS is a sherbet dance upon dead minds
why,it is love;
yeah — so do not despair
while imprisoned, tortured here — all eating
glyphs trip speak-stones, exploding & built
like she was/surely does not forget,perish,
sing or sleep\ all that gold within the graves
of unkept promises & ethereal dreams as
labeling punctual brains…
:: 07.01.2020 ::
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