foreign dreams, heavy solipsism
the designed mechanism
to propel us along this infinite chasm
is falling from a state once risen
could it be we were far too early to be?
or is cruelty a casualty in the journey?
an arsenic proposal is all you've arose to
old thoughts still crush me
rivers from the city come to shush me
i return to old habits (no surprise)
they welcome me with warm arms
but hold me with the coldest eyes
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rats follow me
Poesíaredefinition; sculpting, acceptance. figuring out which way to go. questioning mortality. new sense of direction. restarting internal insurrections. letting go and standing tall. "in a cave where light cannot be a winding maze of multiple ways to es...
