and karma's ugly limp tore up the silent throat--derelict
conclusions my perverted words--derelict
crooked tenderness has scarred my face--derelict
blind suspicions have bent me right in half--derelict
in piles of possible outcomes i'm bogged
for all that's rightful to expect, is left to lay upon the table--derelict
the windows closed, and crows hover outside--derelict
all dressed in soot, the new day fiercely looks ahead--derelict
the dawn is fuming: tare off your faces, i'm alive--DERELICT!
in piles of possible outcomes i'm bogged
Derelict
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