the rain falls
in silver daggers
cutting through
the detritus
of a fractured sphere
neon dreamshivers
cascade through
mercury chemtrails
illuminating
the tumored expanse
between rhythmic
heartthunders
in her chromium
tinted soulshatter
i scream your name in the midst of dream, seeking the salvation in your arms, falling falling falling, ever into you, the world is a haze of misanthropic ambiguity, and you are the only truth i have ever known
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Great ppost
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We need to move walls for you. And this ❤️
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let’s do it
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I wonder if your landlord would approve 🤔
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i don’t care, easy peasy
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lol
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