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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