April 9, 2022
THE SOUND OF BEING
How our faces are friends kissing mirrors
Our steps preceding us –> follows
rooms filled with unfinished visions
like fathom objects of perverted flesh
My head immured my eyes, burned bruises
without history or decency in life
broken teeth fill our mouths.
Like Jesus’ loaves of eternal bread.
:: 04.09.2022 ::
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