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Summer days will be gone too soon..
It’s still chiseled deeply beneath the scalp
The trice as the gravels of consciousness were hurled at me –
it didn’t flog, rather constrain me to evaporate
Ultimate choice, the acid wasn’t willing to stimulate me
The durable wind from the ocean blew
granting the sound I had whistled years before
I was cornered
My fingers traversed destructively
They weren’t the ones scratching my skin ‘till it bled
I dissented to fuss over how low I had submerged
nor how wide the orifices enshrouding my carcass are
One might solely be a marvel on its epoch,
it has been the foremost substance replenishing my thorax
The grey matter has been in the burden of prolonging series of eon
If only I could subdue the chief
You wouldn’t have to flinch at that epidemic of the K-2 climbers,
scrutinizing me with my hands hastened hankering a rainbow
I apostrophize exoneration for staying inert leaving the room unventilated
Just put the fan in gear
I’m compliant to oxygenate your visage as well
Down to the mizzle and a hoedown renews on fleeing
Squat dejectedly in the end of the niche with a single grief:
frailty to transmute into the night
I’ll grab a disc from the pile and swallow it up
all my veins then beam and chant our tale
It will be long prior to when I cease licking my bite
Luckily the moon retains no foot nor tongue
You are far more than merely the shadow I can’t seize

Hac protegor umbra