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Basquiat Feb 2019
Absentminded ups and lows
in the abyss, where you remain
to be addicted, accolades that you inflicted on our name

Eagle eyed, when high
the warmth is
sort of accommodating, I
hoped you would think the same
instead you grumble, not
adapting to the difference

Studied pain
it’s plain and simple
comes and goes like yesterday

Stuck in this
adhesive situation
lost in thought, to find my way

I’m far too patient
for the speed at which the years go by..

A blood red moon will show you

Why I hope you’ll try
your hand at this thing soon

— The End —