Faces, sweat, tiny little squares.
It all fades and flashes
And yo’re so warm,
so genuine…

A toothache and desperate desire.
My knees tremble
With hunger, fear and life;
With lust…of what?

And to think that just this morning,
my alarm clock was destruction!


ramblings on creativity, mental health and a malfunctioning society.

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