Sunday, March 1, 2015

jumbled



parasitic toxic antiseptic antidote
like a ball on a string
am i your muse?
not a toy ; i’m real
let me be
i want to be free
of this tolerance, this agony
no hot, no cold
lukewarm
everything lukewarm
what happened to reality?
why can't we feel
only absence remains
emotion erased

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