fatally raptured rhyming
canticle of death
what started out as song now drive some bitter sweet and melencholy harmony
all my wonderings, pointeless wanderings,
make me wonder if I have gone tone deaf
stone deaf after all
i have intrest
in remaking myself into myself
but get lost in the endless and pointless excersise
everything is decaying versus the wonder of the fight being worth it
longer and longer and longer sentances describe what we wish to capture again as children
looking
for fatality
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