tha supernatural, itโs ridiculousโโโan
incessant
worker
tha wind whistlesโฆ cats
limp
forย what?
i lie down, tired and more
work.
rubbinโโฆ friction (orย warmth).
my body remains an offering
croaking(?)
capturingโฆ
wake down by sunsetโฆ
we can just capture momentsโฆ//
bitter
mouthful
Shock a system, it arisesโโโ
shock one: condition it.
control
CanTroll.
Desire somethingโฆ pull it or push,
what is unsatisfactory/.?
rush rush
we areย jumping.
arnโt most folks just noisy or whatever?
feelings (or sentimentalities) are only perfext, eh?
i look 4 Them
in highย grass.
good nutritions is a holy sacrament
fr.
you sit.. standing, in a compromised
posture,ย fckr.
my body needs to be a temple
alignments are happinesses
guilt derails entrails.
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