Separateness

dandeety123
dandeety123
Aug 4, 2014, 9:05 AM |
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Separateness

 

No friendship only the prehensile of the darkness, utensils of the mind are bent from the dehiscence of old memories timeworn deeply in my mind; a scheduled prelude that protrudes in violence, silence and confinement, rational relevance of mindfulness suffocated by an emotional ride downward crash with no mental lines for thee to cross; for the lines are distressed break marks of hue, I have lost all clue of functional views as I transverse; mayday, mayday in this darkness of solitude.

 

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