Making love while silence cries
Abstract in slaughter
Dreaming in this perfect shit
spoiled and disguised
wicked puns are homeless
stains falling from the skies
collected in wildfire thighs
and family crests screaming suicide
possessions always need a singing priest
Latin and red wine
spread with the sinking disease
Don Quixote rides on melting icebergs
he will not tilt at too many windmills
and dragons only hobble by
see me on my broken stilts
oh so tall
brushing by some floating rags
they speakĀ then sigh
Silly men with canvas heads
voting on another menu surprise
and a single tattoed charm
sits decreasing with the rain
young freedoms blended in plastic surrender
moble AIĀ bleeds more
then they thought it could
So left behind a creaking silence
I try to smile but the creases
all want to flee
somewhere I can hear a Disney dog howl
streets moving in blast moving in frail
please shut the gate
do not want to fetch the hail
in quiet seated solitude
faced a bright bitter sting
files soaked from what
historic men bring
Ā search the palm
from que and line
so destiny has no price
yet it eats all
time
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