should i beg for the waters that glisten with woe to pitter patter on the windowsill of pearlescent teeth (mouth open and free to the world, tasting of saccharine induced defeat), call out my name and help soar the whirlwind within—i do not want to savour freedom only to begin again. i do not want to flesh out freedom only to be reduced again. i do not want to enjoy freedom only to be the same again.
allow rough paper hands to sift through the droplets of the sky's tears. lift a heel and twirl, once, twice, three times. harmonise with the rhythm of these crisp vapors. (succumb to saccharine induced defeat.) bellow sweet nectar desires simmering from the surface of your heartstrings. pluck a chord. relish in the surrender, the fated wreckage of celestial wars, the plethora of one of earth's raw losses.
we are the inferiors. obey the fatal kiss of nature and
live.
15/02/20, 8:31 am
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