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Cliche Cobbled Hurried steps, desperate for footing Up and down again I remember when I was more paced Uncertain and odd, there was yet truth to my movements Invoking a sound from a texture long lost I wonder what a round moment might feel like Pushed against a sharpness I didn't not account for My choices are smaller still Whisper between the lanes of edge and acceptance I eat an apple in my mind But only fried potato in reality Sickly with starch and false comfort Down, below the dancing LEDs There, the pit of pits I want to scream, but only for myself I don't want to be heard or considered Loneliness, I am no longer offered Maybe I'll manufacture it instead? Push away, let you down, a crack in the reverberation A bell toll wakes me up to a new modality A pattern I haven't yet considered? The dull uniformity tells me no There is discipline, and there is me Far from married, at war with knowledge Cliche Cobbled I watch the walls of my basement crumble The mortar turns to sand Adhesion long dried Dust Dust Dust
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Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
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Cliche Cobbled Hurried steps, desperate for footing Up and down again I remember when I was more paced Uncertain and odd, there was yet truth to my movements Invoking a sound from a texture long lost I wonder what a round moment might feel like Pushed against a sharpness I didn't not account for My choices are smaller still Whisper between the lanes of edge and acceptance I eat an apple in my mind But only fried potato in reality Sickly with starch and false comfort Down, below the dancing LEDs There, the pit of pits I want to scream, but only for myself I don't want to be heard or considered Loneliness, I am no longer offered Maybe I'll manufacture it instead? Push away, let you down, a crack in the reverberation A bell toll wakes me up to a new modality A pattern I haven't yet considered? The dull uniformity tells me no There is discipline, and there is me Far from married, at war with knowledge Cliche Cobbled I watch the walls of my basement crumble The mortar turns to sand Adhesion long dried Dust Dust Dust
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Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
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