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This bored is useless but whatever, I'm posting this

It’s easier to fall climbing up over the low hanging fruit
Day will come to light and you will realise the top isn’t an arm further than the pickings of the one stop fire pit- drop
It’s charring deadbeat dads, desperate mums with kindling siblings;
It isn’t going out and you will make do,
Divide to reassemble
Only this time you’ve lowered yourself to the pit just to
Save a little haste;
Waste a little time
Savour some security for the life that's shortly.
Keep inanimate until then and perhaps your slipping soul won't be caught this time

I can see through your Stockholm gaze and tickling daddy urge
but I’m overstimulated and you all tire me in your
Cliché
Ageplay
You feel macabre in being shoved around and when a groan of tedium escapes me
You turn to Popper fazed mercury. Is it that you like the sound or that I appear closer to stepping out; cigarettes or something
Freud wouldn’t need to pop a Cialis if he read your case and I’d prefer he get a few personnel files sticky than for I to be, again- it

The delicate foreigners always treaded too light
The hard headed individualists always had a shell above the vulnerable; they’d eat my heart out still.
The artist ran away into her head out of cowardice
And the analysts never had the feelings to just dismiss.

Overstimulated by things some may
someday see
Some most will never see
And that which no one has ever seen;
For I was born in winter where
Springs innocence escaped me
Summers strength barely left me standing for autumnal decay
And now winters all nightly days come again
And my face with the monsoon in the sink
Still surprises me in late night mirrors- nymphs
Stain the glass
Father; stain her past
Now Charlotte spanks her ass for a Baby boomers looser wallet, call him dad if you like a weak will behind a clench