What use is it truly
To Wallow in dusty Words?
******* up those grey Clouds of Skin
Stuck upon those anachronistic Syllables
Lifting those Sounds upon your Tongue
And heaving them artlessly into the Air
To leave Brows Knitted
And Bowels Trembling
With confused Shock upon their Cheeks
From the hearing.
These are not Those without Whose would not be Could
Ever since you had that Choice
A Thing you should not have been given
And should not be given again.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
What use is it truly
To Wallow in dusty Words?
******* up those grey Clouds of Skin
Stuck upon those anachronistic Syllables
Lifting those Sounds upon your Tongue
And heaving them artlessly into the Air
To leave Brows Knitted
And Bowels Trembling
With confused Shock upon their Cheeks
From the hearing.
These are not Those without Whose would not be Could
Ever since you had that Choice
A Thing you should not have been given
And should not be given again.
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