Here’s the carades courageous
igneous is your idiot stone,
rub it in your palm, there fragment is your bad charm
having no care in the world.. you ask “is it any harm”
one more drop dripping from the ceiling,
ask for one more moment for this handsome healing,
are you aware that the dose taken means forsaking problems?
it belengthed long and were in bereathe
each circular cult of skill in world has no
circulation in the solution
notherneren; down flu’ run,
a cough means recovering
you ponder the need for cheering
if the cure is still for finding
you ponder all deeds, and stealing time
one moment please…
“I beg the care to find a cure, I care to not say anymore. I had the collar and it cuffed too tight, sweat went my pendant adam apple and the red a’sight EXIST an anxious casting into coughing… feels like masting into preparation fucking.. with...
against my own will of contemplation
Still.. held is pro’s and con’s in my conden(of)sation”
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