Small note: It's been a long time since I've written, but I'd love to hear your thoughts. The more brutally honest the better, I'm looking for constructive criticism (or you can just tell me it sucks
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Cursed like fallen mesh, this taste
curls and blights the time away. This fist
with flesh I'll clash and hiss and flail my nest of broken
pledges, shift and summon, cull and list,
laced, maybe veined, with apathy;
or press. Recant your thrust, my next and sloven satisfaction; fade
I cast about and ponder
long moments of pacing hang on mired plush homely ebon eyes. I try
and still the mutual
fractional
change can callous assurances white and sour in the brazen autumn air
your hale and solid breathing in the brazen autumn air
Latent strains hollow entrails ample stealth
why fear? Why surmount when right here, if basking, hang-dog, the slants of light just fail.
Watching absent answers sear and pack fright through old oleander rasping.
Trace this knuckle with an avid whisper mend and cockle wan December mesmerizing sight and flounder aghast the time has come to sunder pickled in this milled endeavour hasten lisps into the ether yesterday when
my arms
were sore, I pressed more.