Giving, there is
something about it & me a now, the
days are growing (old/stale/cold/bitter) long, & of this
actual NEED & utter desire to unwind, unravel so I
...I
Giving in? (because you don't get it sweetie, I'd have done so)
much of would you do the same? The days are shorter now they
Darker Akri-on-soft wormwood now burying, burrowing deep I
hippi-potta-mom, vibes as she's killing
more than a day, for
WHAT IS HER MIDDLE NAME?
(I know not that nor the current day) I
A wretch which way do I or her or we enjoy
the soft son, catching on my teeth & death & worries just
a filliment & a day away, I am
Giving....(up?)
Oh dark Akry-on, calling now my very name, give me
stretnght at going, no, somewhere, anywhere but
a
.way.
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