a fool’s playground, broken gold allow it allow it doesn’t it get old? my Ken doll rah like paper folds bold in name and that is all same old same old rise and fall it’s peak though because broken bows don’t help you grow you know.
the mome raths outgrabe so many dazed, like it makes up, for how you actually had me razed, erasing me, while you set up on stage: you live without menace though, so that makes every mistake okay, like my essence wasn’t crescent enough, detached from real life, pretend cos play, game, set, match; forty-love, forwards, […]
You’re no longer relevant. Fight to survive. Trying to scale heights. Just to stay alive. Licking eyes. Smoothing lines. Stepping out of line. Sending out lines. My lines. Nothing but honesty right. No lies. Listen while you cry. Hold you while you die. Souls align. Brought breath to. Gratitude. To all, except the few. Warrior […]