Hugo Boss

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  1. ACRon

    ACRon Well-Known Member

    sympathy develops into anger, spinning wheels are just that
    biological clocks, are just that
    a game of chance
    chromatic, hue will slide and let you drop
    a sheer drop, a steep drop
    hugo boss?

    co-efficient, co-dependant
    of what was derailment, a stalemate
    Say erm, a shepherd was hurt, the group had nowhere to escape, they just didn't want a shepherd

    Say coitus, and coitus interruptus
    reward, rythym
    the sinking feeling,
    the bag is tied,
    the voices i can hear,
    are they from inside the bag or outside.
    do they talk to each other or just themselves.
    its too late to change our ways.

    in potency, I emulate poverty
    the polar continuim, a whole earth for some,
    or just something for to avoid
    the pigeon, the piloerection, sparks
    a perspective for one as they eat,
    i cant change what i have eaten,
    but i don't live in the wild,
    i don't say goodbye,
    i just hang around in shame.

    in bays of homage i wait forever,
    parorexia sets in,
    but then so does fear

    in my judgement, it is clear.
    i want to erase what hurts,
    i could wake by the rivers of babylon,
    then east,
    then sleep,
    this is clockwise, no?

    the human condition,
    its thrills are shying away
    My life as ever,
    spread around its imaginably oozey string

    its a crime for me to show my pain,
    lethal are we, lethal are we,
    so conscious are we, so sickened are we.

    and so what, so what of my remorse but this
  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    great poem hun :) :hug:
  3. ACRon

    ACRon Well-Known Member

    duh, i know:mad:
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