.limbocity
tepid contentment a numbing state of faux,
each step kinders yet lacerates deeper,
the impending,
i hear it. it resonates. daily mocking
relief of pure intent.
autonomosity beyond my best.
if only i could flip,
the switches of thy soul.
but it is limbocity,
smile as i dig my hole.
1 Comments:
wat the hell mr calv...so cryptic. and weird.
as always..trying to be cheem eh? mr oxford smarty pants.
dunno wat u talking...my feeble brain can't think.
adieu
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