The morning..
..after, strikes a pose, of all the laughter you’ve overdosed. So much your head hurts and your bones cry, because you’ve spilled to much liquor into your system. running like a robotic chicken, tastes like it.
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..after, strikes a pose, of all the laughter you’ve overdosed. So much your head hurts and your bones cry, because you’ve spilled to much liquor into your system. running like a robotic chicken, tastes like it.
More..and tired I lay in bed, because of the things I’ve haven’t had, much of what’s fun, has been done, just not enough, I cry and sigh.
More..and cosy the night creeps upon me, dwells soft in my eyes with lingering lies, of shadows forgotten and things not to see, starts drawing pictures, where there are none to be. Tangible thoughts of dreams yet to come, while I hush the moments that are supposedly gone, but as I move and consciously think, […]
More..forgotten in layers below, no shade surrounding your fiercely glow, in time we’ll be gone to a place far away, but time is an illusion so why go today?
More..through distraction with good company, your words make my heart sing and our laughter fills it with joy, so happy to see you.
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