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Somewhere behind me There may still be monsters accidentally existing I have no time for their ghosts or membrane mutiny Somewhere a childish criminal collects clarity blissfully sidetracked Simple secrets now subjected to an expiration date A jar cluttered with light may illuminate its conclusion Hums fall with clicks inside glass contaminates Class refrained curiosity made these spaces empty Peripheral pimps take my scenes for nonsensical renditions Ticks in the skull while empathy ponders panic A familiar echo for the susceptible A time bomb mistaken for clockwork Helium hideaways complicate an otherwise profound articulation They fall separately While defunct damsels capture blue bliss on virtual timelines It's not real Light speed fleeting Grasp the grips for your short sighted ****** Do these chalklines suggest hesitation? What flaw shall we consider fixation? Brickwork bygones crumble into memory and highway streams Falling on fiends lost inside a smokescreen sanctuary Eyes indefinitely indulging Porcelain prisms with mindful monsters Timeline logic lays low for the sake of saner discovery Downward dazes find hands like phases No correct callous in sight
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
Well...this got weird
Somewhere behind me There may still be monsters accidentally existing I have no time for their ghosts or membrane mutiny Somewhere a childish criminal collects clarity blissfully sidetracked Simple secrets now subjected to an expiration date A jar cluttered with light may illuminate its conclusion Hums fall with clicks inside glass contaminates Class refrained curiosity made these spaces empty Peripheral pimps take my scenes for nonsensical renditions Ticks in the skull while empathy ponders panic A familiar echo for the susceptible A time bomb mistaken for clockwork Helium hideaways complicate an otherwise profound articulation They fall separately While defunct damsels capture blue bliss on virtual timelines It's not real Light speed fleeting Grasp the grips for your short sighted ****** Do these chalklines suggest hesitation? What flaw shall we consider fixation? Brickwork bygones crumble into memory and highway streams Falling on fiends lost inside a smokescreen sanctuary Eyes indefinitely indulging Porcelain prisms with mindful monsters Timeline logic lays low for the sake of saner discovery Downward dazes find hands like phases No correct callous in sight
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
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