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[2cold2thnkright]

roads only go up from here
but I am stranded and bound
with a lack, a lack of air
what's the point in a one-eighty
'recovery'
if your just turning your back
on the thing you DO love the
'most'
these can be the kind of words
you hum to yourself at night
when subjectivity is
your only gordian knot
a deciduous calice
is falling right through your tease
a heartfelt harangue, tilling
all the tilling mandibles
I am stressing this point of
of relentless entropy
for,
once you are lacerated
you will then bleed at the knees
you're so hand-to-mouth it's sick
what happened to the meaning?
whatever happened to the...
we are whipping the link boy
we are ommissing the plan
past photooxidation
pithy careening complain
why have you all turned away?
just for a sick entertain

....Im still trying to find out where you are