sort of
world of
the time
and place.
are here.
my take
of us
walk
I am the one with
a mood to be sensible.
to pay more attention
blamed for not paying attention.
respect,
might argue that.
the profoundest
fault,
born easily
The ants that would
describe
the truth
of
this
creature
failed to foretell,
his extremity
I can't help
a reaction
just want
to understand
slimy
particles
thrown like confetti.
made by
his regrettable choice
a regrettable artist,
shrivelled up
drowned
her
waterflea
eyes
and stop
suddenly it stops
rather cheated
for it.
I feel
meant to be
reminisces about times gone.
but it's
to speak.
it's my
Thank you
for allowing me this
pointless
opportunity.
To be continued...
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