Fumbling touch

‎Wednesday, ‎March ‎06, ‎2013

Misery my misery
Blissfulness and luxury surrounds you ahead
Why travesty always new made
Didn’t you found calamity in your loneliness
In the corners of the bed, in four walls shade
Why let ravaging thoughts perpetually trespass in your open gate
Have you now capitulate to wail in echoing melancholy resonance
Yet you adrift from every presence and give yourself birth in solitariness
Why, is the woe so great to avoid
Or proclaim dead while blundering statement, makes no sense


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