In the way you look
It is killing the vibes
That permeate this mind
Till there is no more room
For rational realizations
It will only bend if its torn
It can only tear when it's bent
Slightly chaotic cores
Underneath cooling exteriors
Behind the hill of everything
We are underminded
When its only for the good
The good of all of us
Do not let the light go out
Silently the defenses
Developments,
And conditions will melt
Into the pot of shit.
From poems, to short stories, from rants to reviews, from shit to polish, this is the un-edited thought flowing blog so drink up, and be semi-entertained.
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