twined up from the cocoon of dismay.. a cringing sunshine by the wary end of my horizon..
spines of the shanks..the hinges and fulcrum mincing the meaning of a self disillusioned life..living and breathing amidst the angst of heirloom of twats..its a brewing choking feel. sashayed falls of the past..down trodden race of dis fragments and obsequies souls..ethics of wildcrafts of blind ethics.. abysmal irony of the gimmick..Romanesque and con cording my hollow shell.. a naked self with gossamer of filthy shits..encumbered by a losing faith ...trolling by the lane where god sings their sardonic slurs..i feel so weak..so calloused to bone....so weak
spines of the shanks..the hinges and fulcrum mincing the meaning of a self disillusioned life..living and breathing amidst the angst of heirloom of twats..its a brewing choking feel. sashayed falls of the past..down trodden race of dis fragments and obsequies souls..ethics of wildcrafts of blind ethics.. abysmal irony of the gimmick..Romanesque and con cording my hollow shell.. a naked self with gossamer of filthy shits..encumbered by a losing faith ...trolling by the lane where god sings their sardonic slurs..i feel so weak..so calloused to bone....so weak
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