Sunday Unfiltered
Evergrowing infatuation with chaos
throw around, strip around
Shoelace chokes and baffle again
I bleed hearts for future echoes
False, fake, feign, fringe
Binge, purge, hate bening
Stars of wood in shapes absurd
rising slower
This I say, when I can`t speak
for my finger's voice is shallow weak
Nails bitten, walls swelled
marching rust my veins channel
What, if not
if so,
if then
Silver rings promises
matching dreams cognosis
fever pitch
throat de-clenched
roaring storms to defy fear
She
walk on her toes I like the shore
snores it is so Unfair
really fair to Be
Plaster words, regurgitate
little letters, yells synching
Altogether Different keys in raging beauty
infinity
The screams of my eyes
That'll never hear
jailer of dreams
ashes in the horizon
Have you?
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