Pressed down shaken together

And running over; return sought to be a

parade, a

celebration of life but rather a

sour roiling wound in a base so deep, the

sheer avoiding nature the

self-centered take on my emotions

Makes the

wound spill harder, just seeking a

herringbone gold chain

An ascot and a waist watch.


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