connect the dots
this is my take on the abyss
soul cerebrate meld by kiss
benighted metaphore galore
pomposity i so abhor
dense rain washed the road
dirt and dust denizens lust
clinging to surface as madness
wreaks havoc to birds nest
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i-canesten mo!
five friends travel down south
hurrying, scurrying mad
scratches that displace the top layer
contorted face, sigh of relief
microcosmic environ
playful playing fiends
causing the 5 friends to descend
ending the itch, intermittent relief
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yes we are exclusively texting
exclusively texting
is it the same as m understanding?
is it a feeling higher than hiking?
or more of condescending
messages on regular hours
predictable time, text cliches
expected platitudes that never fail
tolerating -- never nauseating
