in my own intangible world of entranced time, i weep. an open wound constantly reminded of, by black birds; wild cries; taboo and dust. assuaged only by preoccupied thoughts of you and your insidious charm, yours and yours alone. premature hypothesis, over analyzing and painful waiting, marked with fierceness, kills.
damned cause and effect, cause and effect, cause and effect.
time is waiting for me to grow up.
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