no space to contain this fear without the barriers it spills over to all the sides no phosphorescent mother there to catch no father to teach the scintillant way in the dark vulnerable to clichés and warnings and the debility of all that is to come and to suffer all that has passed by in the backwards of time to stoop over rotten corpses writhing in the dark of their own making in the tallest buildings to the bottom of the last sewer there i am locked away un-oxygenated still passing through the underground to someday explode into a frozen river of life that is encrypted with the secrets that have lost the wonder on the back of one man
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thanks for the feedback. i think it looks better now. thanks for reading 🙂
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Thank you so much! I can enjoy the piece now.
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I can read the agony of this one! Thanks for sharing
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Thanks for reading. I’ve been able to capture many versions of life around my city in the early hours of the morning. It’s lie being inside the arteries of Downtown.
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