Despair and excitement
And an unlit cigarette
Beneath the curtain of deceipt...
The idea tastes sweet
Like the oncoming traffic
Of heiroglyphic
... mental disturbance...
What?
No
It can't be
A mere nonsensical string of words
Attatched to each other by the
Mere broken interior
Of my forsaken mind.
No.
You have just been
Mindfucked.
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