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I hate myself when I’m sailing onthe comet,
Undo the strap and stick it inthe ground,
Caress the stress pointing outhe window,
Hate the crass bath smelling upthe door.
Parade got washed moving throughthe city,
Ricochet sounded loud insidethe crowd,
Unarm the tall guard standing watch besidethe window,
Tears collect like mountains rising fromthe floor.
Barricade the subconscious behindthe magic carpet,
The glowing sensuous pixels that madethe wallflower sneeze,
A pervert that’s always glancing up atthe window,
Pacing, until the passing feeling expelsthe core.
I hate myself when I’m sailing onthe comet,
Undo the strap and stick it inthe ground,
Caress the stress pointing outhe window,
Hate the crass bath smelling upthe door.
Undo the strap and stick it inthe ground,
Caress the stress pointing outhe window,
Hate the crass bath smelling upthe door.
Parade got washed moving throughthe city,
Ricochet sounded loud insidethe crowd,
Unarm the tall guard standing watch besidethe window,
Tears collect like mountains rising fromthe floor.
Barricade the subconscious behindthe magic carpet,
The glowing sensuous pixels that madethe wallflower sneeze,
A pervert that’s always glancing up atthe window,
Pacing, until the passing feeling expelsthe core.
I hate myself when I’m sailing onthe comet,
Undo the strap and stick it inthe ground,
Caress the stress pointing outhe window,
Hate the crass bath smelling upthe door.
Published 3rd Nov 2022
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7th Nov 2022 4:25pm
The kind of writing I like best is when the author describes their environment, which will be imbued by their emotions, a subtle, present shadow, like fog on the early morning. Your writing has vital emotional vulnerability to it. It is meaningful to me.
