rumination
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At times I fight my uncontrollable mind that's wise but I don't think on time so I just collect all the words that fall down, but when it's coming around I need to hold sounds like I can't think when I talk I just say I'm out of track and when I f
SPINAL contusions upon final conclusions and delusions of sorrow that are rich and aged, if IM in reclusion i avoid confusion in seclusion from 2morrow inside of a cage, i stretch and reach across chasms of the deep, spinning a web of deceit and s
The fear of letting go,
Of being left all alone,
Of finding the end
As empty as the road
It's a hireath made of gold
Tortured mind
Tortured soul
Where am I?
Where to go?
Always on the run
With no road
Where is paradise?
So to say, your words clatter like thunderSpellbound, my thoughts cannot gatherSwept up in the cresting tideDisplaced by another of likemind
my thoughts are pine needles
they drift into my head
and snap again,
just as easily.
they rustle in the wind
a sign of growth
l’avenir est un voleur. il arrache le moment de son ésprit de présence etl’épanouissement de survie graduelle. on met les espoirs dans le sort d’une conception plus grand qu’on a l'intention de manipuler. après avoir manœvré pour resquiller ce quo
l’avenir est un voleur. il arrache le moment de son ésprit de présence etl’épanouissement de survie graduelle. on met les espoirs dans le sort d’une conception plus grand qu’on a l'intention de manipuler. après avoir manœvré pour resquiller ce quo
