English Prance
A wear down-
singular slalom in the emotional vortex-
the realism of a realm that doesn't adhere to your biology and doesn't accept the facts at hand,
one does not alter it,
unless screaming for more sanity to arrive-
though we are not sane beings at core,
we had to dig until we all died.
A wear-down,
just something I had to add,
...a little bit of sweat, blood and tears,
alimony,
grapes-
food art and a bridge,
nothing from the start,
no calamity or even Go-kart,
though it's fun to part,
sanctify some of the little divide,
deepening volumes that outlast our lives,
showing the sun we don't come to die.
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