Бездны магия розы XVIII
... day
every swaying Friday
reality is getting
extremely difficult to grab
monotonous
every fucking Friday
the rain is sucking me over
out of the crowd
carbohadroid species soak me
and they are reflecting only shadows
hanging somewhere by the portals of utmost wisdom
on a shoelace
disconneced marooned bits of anxiety
whispers pressed into mouldering sheets
reflecting a white-bearded beggar
on the verge of taking off
leaving me in this desperate state
of a black cloak of his desperate years
every miraculous Friday
a devilish bee
is nestling comfortably
on my shivering nipple
pleading with nebulous stones
between us to rise
pleasing me
with its littered soil and waters
to our throats
to bulge
day
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