Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Restitched Or Rejected Skies

 

so centralized as creatures sinning or frowns on rudiments. by richness in aesthetics or softer to its scent where options are minimal. as stray animals or barred jaguars such serene alienation; too accustomed to poverty so camouflaged in lies where morals seem impoverished—by conglomerate ambition by weaving hearts such surrender for roses are holy. to desire unforgiving decency while it hates itself where behavior becomes prison. too explicit but times are amoral while eating luxuries becomes its dedication. some smaller creature some out of control creature where we tame what led to attraction; so defeated in souls such unfiltered hobbies to feel ostracized; but Anguish is unruly she dines in dens it was never so glorious; she glows in terror or fury such a maniac with holiness; she sins or transgresses with little cadence of a curse. sure into flames such force of its leviathan wild horsepower or sullen, dangerous forklifts.

she was near afar or blessed but hurt where wrestling with sadness, abasement, or a war in mental houses. tenements were thoughts. a person was ill-informed. such engrossed fantasies. a clock might tick so island in arc some credence in something filthy. to need dirt or feel comfortable with discomfort in some situation mother condoned. a fire in incipience a rush in ocean waves while most understand concentration. to commune from closeness or to rapid from afar such scars in a man as he did it wrongly. certain to visit some space those tales mean something where we explain as best as we can: such ice bleeding bones or sulfur filled lakes where picks are thrust in our sides. it was early winter those gusts those winds where Love was so indescribable; such a hassle to depict such a sin to feel content where a soul meant to include more facts. as a banished sky or a spot in Europe as to feel so credited with a right to phantom!    

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