What scrawling do you hide?
A conflicted jigsaw of care and condescension.
An unpleasant sip of bitter tea.
But how could I turn away?
I'm lost in a smattering of broken intentions.
Stuttered retorts trapped at the gate of hesitation.
I hung from the lights of inverted cities.
Vestiges of the mess you made.
A conflicted jigsaw of care and condescension.
An unpleasant sip of bitter tea.
But how could I turn away?
I'm lost in a smattering of broken intentions.
Stuttered retorts trapped at the gate of hesitation.
I hung from the lights of inverted cities.
Vestiges of the mess you made.
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