Little Life
I'm lost deep and loose losing soul,
my center rapt worry frown and iced
set and waiting for the sun to skip
through warping as melt hope revive,
alone as if blue grey turn white,
thickening concluding folly,
stuck cannot, maybe never again
moved deeply in silent surrounds.
Everything will turn spreading,
what came before will become passed,
Everything laughable, discovering
life for what it is,
folly,
mainstream
escape.
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