Normalty or whatever. Stars of comfort dwindle. Deathly Angel’s. Voyagers of the unknown. The lights are forgotten, chunks displaced in sequence of gunfire. Your eyes shadowed under curtains of abandonment-
A forbidden entity in my driveway
Ruthlessness of a loving family , twisted in my enemies.
Falling fences.
A lump of solid half run streets. Any sound? Audible scratching. Crackling of a possible life. Just me. Only me now and
My head of matters long known to my accents.
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I really like your style of expression
The multitude of metaphors harmonize smoothly with each other
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an intriguing piece.