Elves of Yours
Shredded discord en masse pulp
punching smurfs to guess the colour of the bruises
Laughing at god and his plan and blaming him for all
The broken tardis
Bigger on the outside
Never follow the
rules
Look at my lips
A hummingbird that quivers all reality
Sweating words onto pages
Crumpled paper with jutting heads of vowels and consonants
trying to find each other in formation of essence
Who am i
you are asking the wrong person
Pulling gravity towards me
Madness is my goal and sanity my dedication
Of all the thing i have ever been
Myself is never one
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