WINDOWS
our true reflection is within
the future is well predestined
we are what we all are at the long run
this life is nothing but pun
our phrases and chapters are gross repetitions
an architected lucid connotations
a pendulumic disarray of wants and desires
we jive around in distorted attires
different epilogues different stories
plot twist that nails us unholy
our windows reflects our true self
every being vibrates like a clef
a distinguished identity for a moron
you are imperfect, we all see your colon
it’s a stage fright, our lives are messy
we are retarded and convalescing
every window has a different story
musicals, actions, nightmares, horrors and gory
at the tale end we are who we are
degenerated being of a miasmic compare
@talk2leigh
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6:40pm
6 Nov 2024
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