17 march 2020
Pained Reproaches
The shadows sit,
under the words, to torture,
to bring,
perse memories.
A downfall,
precedes,
before the crash of
existence.
Ah, you know,
what makes your saints
blue? The sematic shooting
stars?
The anxiety was,
how to stop thinking
of becoming,
a vigilante.
The mid-night raid
was most unsuccessful attempt
to rape.
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