The deep I am not allowed to see
Come on in the dark; show me detail
Snake their way on through pride
And cut me, like butter.
Thick air spins, your face is a blur
in the green smears of world
Patronizing,when I can barely hold
Too little oxygen, so little breathing
Clutch the blades of grass
And my mood stings like a dry nose
Hidden under salty tasting sheets
My tongue licks skin just to taste what I...
...have been for years
A quiet little pile
Something no further than a mess.
Please tell me what you think
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Interesting
Diferent then what I have read but I like it. The whole image is there. The deep I am not allowed to see Come on in the dark; show me detail is my favorite in first then Thick air spins, your face is a blur I LOVE.
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