Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Thieves Have Raided

 

when nights blend those fairs in souls while carnivals are advertised. to empath a legacy or to ignore an insult where minds are taking courage. to seem irritated, where a man inquires, while a woman says, nothing is wrong. I scratch flesh as bent towards shores by war we’ve accomplished so little. by rough countenance to become inflated where it meant much to us; if but discomfort, “I have done my part,” while a person is of importance. such simple discourse or edges un-enveloping cliffs while knells are resounding in spirit. we have sensors they compute data where we know for inconsistence; a man finds her, he adores her, it becomes his responsibility to address her.

but dawns are engines or pains are gloating where one feels existence. a drug might be ingested a person might soar, while actuality is vague. its fury of its addict its welts its wielding its alphabet. to accuse a woman while the gaze is set where deep down, she agrees with indifference. by beauty of its child by raging oceans or sheer activity. to agree but feel uncertain where it might side with something losing; its guarantee its flippancy or so at curses it felt good to lose. if but more dissatisfaction or more dysfunction as a woman built for unhappiness; to find a moment as to collapse in tears so enlove while unknowing love.

by whet passion or whetstones so many flesh wounds; as yelling to scream or cantankerous or such a good person—where thieves have raided, they have plundered they have

taken spoils.

its toil to make goodness, as dealing with a perceived cad, or some indelicate asshole. if but understanding, if but superwoman, as if one would know pain—if by osmosis or controlled by a gesture where one might feel akin to winning.              

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