Elana, sweet new elana!
to press my delusions against her fair complexion
to dawdle in her fragranced ascent
THE INTERNET IS A JOKE -
ITS CONCEITS RIDDLE IT WITH FALSE WORTH!
SENTIMENTS COUPED
WITH GLORY GUTTED & GRACE REMISS -
I'm deaf & shot to the margins
my hearts dally in gin-soaked
factory settings
safely spun on
messed up matter of fact withdrawals
(as your sins die, spoiled)
polar is the drill that steals within
my caverned margins
polarised is my sod's grave apply.
I resent everybody that isn't me
that isn't confined to this HELL
I am lambasted by all I Purvey
galled by all I entrust my forgivings to
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