It's a Play Dough
Time warped, perception bleak. Clay bodies falling apart.
The shift of stance in reality motions the notion, that inherits a vast chasm of possible retribution.
Cracked mood shifts met with insomniacs last choice, lies wake with the dread of falling asleep.
Copyright © Mr Pickles | Year Posted 2022
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