yep, that's me.
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In every framed landscape, I'd see myself isolated. Yet, you've trespassed the anxious terrain as of late. Orpheus to my senses, distress diminished when your lips permit it;
By Matthew Eastman4 years ago in Poets
Cardionuclear burst, strongly close proof of the hurt. Tardy, ghosts soon to be curbed. God knows we deserve worse. Inspect the disinfectant; did time elect or systemize the germs?
Gravitated arrangement - peons part ways . A partition to pull past passive presentation of passion. Patience blankets preservation, penance as poison -
