Cool sand, dragon. Dig a hole all the way to the truth. River of lies, my robotic philosophy. I told you, never before, behold. cIRCLE BINGO, lingo. Single life, inching through my misunderstood fingers. So many years, I made it. What happened? The pain flows – misunderstood, I tried. Don’t make me cry. Open shirts lay on the floor.
I flew a plane to nowhere and lost my mind. I bought a memory and spoke through polluted lungs, whatever. Don’t worry. Figment of what cannot be described. Write, write, I write without SHARP darts. No lie, I tried. So hard. Free verse, clueless, described without grains. The end is subtle.
~That Dude Eddie~
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