Shit
is said dissonances dark and shockheaded
What
are you doing my darling disheveled
Sainthood? you thought about but never really
Listened
to the syntax of shuddering trees pure
Speech
of prodigal thoughts O wayward desires
Pfff
being beautiful’s too easy it’s just difficult
To
appear so O deliriously altered ego you feel
The
shadow of a cloud fall across your face
High
passions and immense designs the beloved
Fragrance
of an inalienable afternoon this day
Born
from the first inflection of strife the deep
Intonation
lurking over an inauspicious horizon
You
don’t understand well you’re just the
one
I’m
talking to weak-hearted omen of tomorrow
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