The implosion of myself
Saturday nights reading *crime and
Punishment*
The whispering moans issued the streets
no way out
Dumb cries arose from behind the walls of
the alleys
Don't justified
My literature
or even
The loneliness that
I feel in my chest.
All this
Just helps me to believe
That
Nothing matters
Until you
Reframe
The
Nothing.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
The implosion of myself
Saturday nights reading *crime and
Punishment*
The whispering moans issued the streets
no way out
Dumb cries arose from behind the walls of
the alleys
Don't justified
My literature
or even
The loneliness that
I feel in my chest.
All this
Just helps me to believe
That
Nothing matters
Until you
Reframe
The
Nothing.
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