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Anemic Xenomelia

Of mediums: the body am I strong enough now? Am I proven? Iron drizzled double dips into existential bags of dreadful tricks rung out rags of wry ideas, tonal shifts falling flat from fingertips shredding themselves to life to fall from my lips, a knifed-tongue licks impaling spears sinking meaningful 'ships, I babble on, anything to stir the rabble on a dashed line is drawn, I hold a hatchet, I'm no genius, no political ploy for relevancy nothing I say from this pulpit is preached, it doesn't reach the level of spirituality when I speak from the heart, the beats reflect defeat inside of me, I can hack it, not for the need for fighting, for the love of writing so faint and far away, I can hear the dead cheer in support, why twist an ear around upside down to listen to the past, release the effort, it'll only hurt, achieve through growth by reach, that doesn't mean you have to contort I suppose I'm at my upmost, I've got a feeling I'll never see the rooftops over the ceiling, I'm that sort So I took an ax and bashed my left wrist, belt tied off at the arm between my teeth like you see on TV cut my skin and barely bled, I don't know why, maybe to see I've still got the iron for the misled who believe in me not even sore, a few days and I feel like I'm just a fainter echo of the searing roar I once was; painless and aproblematic without noise and challenging views anymore or blissfully being unaware of the world of opinion, only open-minded to leave a crack in my door Time travel is the same to me as if asking if you had one wish, within the limitations it is akin to carnal sin by the temptations the implications, unforeseen ramifications if you step on one blade of grass and change the past when the future is the fool's gambit, it's always a second ahead of you, you'll be lucky to see it if you only last getting lost in all the hunger and forgetting the hungry all beside you, this I resent and all it represents is ignorance where base needs are met, focus overcomes harsher tests, meditate, achieve necessity and find generosity, as a well-being may be a gift by their presence.
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28 / M / Texas
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28 / M / Texas
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Dec 17, 2020
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