We’re taking this
Too far.
Getting awfully carried away
I don’t make mistakes.
Stagnating
The past flaunt of power
Impressing on me
Disgust.
Help the poets and artists in filing cabinets
Find their river
And sink
I don’t make mistakes.
Through the waves come signals
Pincers cutting deep
Eyes and eyes and eyes and eyes
Screams
Floundering silent in my mind
Call out the fury of the warm summer days
Follow the smells
Only flashes that envelop the breeze
I don’t make mistakes.
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Lol, you've stumped me on this one, unkess it's about your stubborness! Hehe. Maybe I'm just too tired to think... I'll give it another go later!
ReplyDeleteWow... interesting. I like it.
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