My god, this girl.
tongue tied and twisted
confused beyond logic
should have me committed
living at somewhat chronic
yet mystic
levels of perception.
Damn me to hell,
I admit it,
that at a nightmare’s reception
I abandon the infinite
and
I’m left rather lonely and fatalistic.
Solidity is rejected
Blurred lines…
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