Ego biting pale screams.
Presence helium:
in a whisper, my voice 'brawl'.
bulbs tumble
and I blind I break the boredom.
With constant greed, misery
vicious
empty your pockets to fill them with tedious ravings:
frail oxymoronic.
Seeking to escape the piles of assumptions
imprinted nell'ipoderma
above me
each decompression
perpetual / mind.
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