Naked Truth
Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing correction direction of stereotyping the tipicallity of capabilities in abilities how it turned to be a liability
Plane and clean playing all sort of mind games purged all frosty thoughts of growth. In creations the movement of massive markers markerting the magnificent mighty gratitude yet the light dies down in dawn with shadows and million mellows
While showing vessels swallowing swellen dwellers in sweden seeds sailing offgrid
Lost in the seven seas of seasonal essences accepeting absenteeism of excellences clanging through adjective addictions bounced off with objects injecting all the infections inflicting the predominant infecuation miscountering the illusion guttering the ejaculating shelfs of specimens embarking the spirals cycle causing the sparks to shine while screcking screams
pickle the cream of rippers tapping tops tip toewing the screws gridding cracking deeper desperately needed it to weed down the woods fools would understand the tools took by foul place undermining the circumstance circulating the rotation of a rounded circle cyber link the thoughts tearing of the tested mind to rest its nest by next it will be the nearest everest neating while existing to ever been discovered uncovering the conscious precious little thing sending believes in spreadsheets keep kneeling to know Unknowingly the past drags the dirty rug ranging with anger and liners pointing the blue print leaving to plea mercy misery its layed to be a mess before four headed walkers that talk through the tunnel. Merely grasping all the gossip series smothering while slaughtering voices that comence with truthful tang lending ears for war watching arncher preaching to breath does it really breed in raddles rafly filling the missing pieceses in fundamental species to build a world to keep gravity reaching for curtain peddastil procrastinating the gatherings of roits. So shall the soil will accept such accountability according to what is learnt through the lines of taunghs tilling up the future figure books in English describing definitions of hile hinting the hunted words worse of all wrongs are not doves that dives in given five of miles milking the nile of linner lumber in these begining become exports of exploitation improved in greek language quick to hide the hidden burden but its binded in blinds of pale blood.
Ash.N.N
Copyright © Ashleigh Ngoqo | Year Posted 2021
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