Intrusive, imminent sparks
One single, or solitude
Perhaps plural
A diving desperation
To fill and replace
An all-day-long chase
Let it pass by
My face unmoved wry
A toxin I sit
Try reasoning it
My questions make weaker
The answers cut deeper
Not mine, now befouled
Can’t think passed that kind of loud
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 5:42 PM UTC
Intrusive, imminent sparks
One single, or solitude
Perhaps plural
A diving desperation
To fill and replace
An all-day-long chase
Let it pass by
My face unmoved wry
A toxin I sit
Try reasoning it
My questions make weaker
The answers cut deeper
Not mine, now befouled
Can’t think passed that kind of loud
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