Another outline
unrealistic feeble
hoping, thoughts the density and
mood of tar
swishing the tea
cup
bottom my
fortune
may be read but be well versed in
fractures
and have a heel like
brimstone,
dance for me,
dance so
I don't have to
think.
I make the same plans
to love the dead corpses
and respirate the uncertain
draw the curtain -
girl,
my allegories are neither shocking
or lenient,
or consequential; nothing more than gas
in any way, my teeth
are clenched and watery,
my eyes distant
and oily
and here.
Comments
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From the wrods I can pick out I'd say you had excellent thoughts but I'm unable to see what you were putting out,
I don't think I've ever seen a styl like this before.

