SENSATION
- Agnes Davis
- Dec 14, 2023
- 1 min read
No visible ladders
No way-out crawl spaces
All on you Damn it!
One ounce of ejected semen
Gripped by time
In a frame of ‘had I known’
‘Watin man for do’
Spewed out a ‘spurt’
From backward steps
No catalytic reaction
No feel
No effort
No intent
In quicksand of a personal ‘stupor’
Narcotized by ‘Ay Me’ limits
‘Waten be’
Really???
Rock of ages cleft for him
Fear of guilt creepers
Disruptive emotions of passion
Cluelessly flawed
Spikes of ‘you sef’
‘Farting’ guilt from canals of
Yesterday!
All your troubles seem so far way
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