Body jolts and jerks like a headless being, while letters look concocted
If rumination could have an expressionist brother, it would have been the problem I suffer from
If rumination could have an expressionist brother, it would have been the problem I suffer from
‘Book’ an unending maze
Traps and harping wraps, you open one and the other follows,
You move on opening the unending confetti too many times to see,
Visualize and check for yourself where is the outlet, or the figurative entry …
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