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Feb 2019
The shallow souls of concrete-ville
in aimless throes of desires unmet
piqued by glares truthful
of
inconsequential battery raised stocks
uninspiring and homogenised fodders
searching
for
raison d'Γͺtre in mindsΒ Β assailed in
vacuous slumber, raw yet percolated
in the pollution of concrete dirges.
closed eyes and minds
agitated
and hysterical
screaming in angst
and gorged on ******* burgers
vomiting
ingested bile from troubled twisted
innards in the bleakness
of the
emptiness of regressive lives
and cloying degenerative stances

Notice me, recognize me
plaintive pleas from damp
soot soaked injured damaged minds
I matter, I can write, let me show off
my ambling strides
my opaque being
is melting
in this insipid concrete life
and the brilliance
of The Together
wrecks
and howls in my
fragility and limitations
I who truthfully
have less
have less
have less
Yenson
Written by
Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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