Friday, 29 March 2019

SUFFOCATION IN ROOM, ALONE

PIERCE BLOOD OF SUFFOCATION OUT
As heart aches it churns supressed unconsciousness,
Paper of space suffices not to put it short,
Best didn't get to come out,
Nor did mediocre; neither worst,
Yielding no neurosis but only meaningful,
Yet useless. 

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