simplicity is an iron wrought anklet drug behind the dingy floating on the storm tossed oceans of melancholia

sleep deprivation draws the ravens to circle, black eyes search for sun bleached bones in the desert sands of loneliness

three uninterrupted hours of dream in exchange for the listless meanderings of a fool filled with anxious existential longing

drowning in the bottom of the hourglass as the sands of passionate disinterest funnel down one by one

baseless accusations brought on by basic needs erode the tranquility of lunar madness brought on by polar nuance


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