No direction, dressed in distress
suppressed by excess of regret
expected infection, hard to digest
a left mess that's best to forget
projected wreck is yet to accept
object of the reflected effect
where defective breath has wept
I rest in the echo of my neglect
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
No direction, dressed in distress
suppressed by excess of regret
expected infection, hard to digest
a left mess that's best to forget
projected wreck is yet to accept
object of the reflected effect
where defective breath has wept
I rest in the echo of my neglect
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