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Wednesday, March 28, 2018

On high alert...

Lost arts of emotion in solo minds find unused spaces as foreheads neva learn...
Listenin to the sound of the wall neva seems to dawn on the intensity of concern...
Goin left of center jus to return to the wrap around to see what it is that lurks...
Cuts neva seem to close the same ol way until a few times over places the heart in an urn...
Hurt lingers into pain that resembles faces goin over repeated patterns not yet adjourned...
Roundin back to the beginnings almost desperate to the feel of how luv is designed to flirt...
Settin further away from the point of attack one cannot convert with worth...
Saddened by the lonely feel of forgettin who self is in the moment to reassert...
Temptation in findin what makes the smile cling to the curve of lips as if dessert...
In the middle of the night where words neva seem to have the same affect to blurt...
Tryin to figure a way to divert thoughts to steal the z's gettin away as if fireworks...
On high alert goin through it alone n feelin the mistakes rollin like clockwork...
Jus needin the mornin to swing through the blinds to put on a fake azz smirk...
Artwork of passions patchwork goes unheard as if tones are slurred...
Wantin the password to the gates of distorted sights in the dark blurred...
As absurd as it is to blame the only one who can fix the deffered yet preferred term...
I luv u isn't as easy to say when the simplest feel of self has been concurred by what's occurred...
Straight suckered into the stir of depths is the spinnin legs of a terp...
Artistic in creative gesture days cling to others before self learns of the awaited u-turn...
Fallin back in to the inner makings of dependency as ones n twos find the third...
Still ridin to die as nouns n verbs rip loose in the reflections rebirth...
Lost as found comes full circle of fillin the void peekin in on ones only expert...

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