Tirelessly tired of the tread warn thin juxtaposition heart mind and metaphor but loveless is my nature and my nature is a whore caught legs open and bleeding hairline receeding this is the impending doom they prophisized when we were young with hope in our eyes simple tear drip twist turn and fall to runner's wall torn down brick by brick to fit a mold's broken cracked and shattered recolection of what or who we are and should be.
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