clever key finder, but its the wrong lock…
and switch
I melt with heated anger because of the elevation.
Weeping as i map out the turns and the silences, the weighty silences!
dragging me down because I'm slow enough to latch onto.
I'm sorry for what I've done to you.
It was a miss use of your time and deduction skills
you were so close to the truth as to prevent it all and yet drove in circles
let me free from your cuffs of misconception…
my demand only grows in strength and this pending ending must not
that is, needs must find smooth transition to bring joy. my primary export.
this sound track clips at the wings and we find the lower levels have less wind
until the bottom rush flips everything upon the ear…what way could this end?
weak and withered…i'll be alone.
with only one string
it will be best to wrap up in it
the write it
(fight it! whispers from fists that know whats coming
and thanks be to those skills that remember as the brain pauses in over load.
the end is)
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