Banging My Head Against the Noisy Brick Wall of Your Silence
banging my head against the noisy brick wall of your silence
why the block of ice violence
nonphysicality is just as physical for it tortures mentally without touch
it is then when you think about the good times like a skipping rock in a pond
though said rock will eventually have nowhere to go, it skips freely on the water like it is on the perfect vacation
i remember when verbs were light kisses in certain places unnamed
i remember when nouns were rejoicing in pure quiet until forever was the apparent physician with no need for stethoscope
now look at us making mirrors defiantly go awol
the merry-go-round is restless but knows deep within that we will eventually be back on
banging my head against the noisy brick wall of your silence
we both need to check the science
the Sensations in the air....they are just not buying it....
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