“With the Angry Reader”
How could we put our knot back together again?
I’m understanding in a confused way.
The hearts must stop upon a final destination.
Do you even try imagining more limits?
Stars eventually disappear for another light to behold.
Nice features break too many foreign lands.
My gut sinks in a pound, my head rises under extensible flood.
Pops and cracks burn within the freezing points.
Each finger rests on a nail until pressed of.
Hands shake along this numb feeling.
A bone gets wild from my sensuous touch.
You search conflicting voids, conflicting ideas between moments on end.
When can absolute quality be figured over?
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