/
Mind on fire
with the itch of
curiousity. the flakes
that fall are ideas.
where they lay, I simply
blow them off.
I,
Left empty handed
and sore from
scratching.
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Tip toe into madness-
Waltz so slowly-
Rolling my head back
looking up into the sky,
smiling so dangerously.
Clutching my curiosity-
Fluttering my eyes so fast
I experience an overdose.
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Foot tapping to the
sound of impatience.
banging - tantrically
throwing heads around
for therapy
it soothes the itch
of exorcistic compulsions.
get read to exude crazed
lyricism. The aestheticism
brings me to
bite my lip.