This is torture that it is
This doubtful state –
Bliss-less, listless –
Breeding ground
Enzymatic hate
Entropic heat
Irrevocably clean
Slate but dirty laundry
And full and empty glasses
And lost and found
And too soon,
And too late
This is torture that it is
This doubtful state –
Bliss-less, listless –
Breeding ground
Enzymatic hate
Entropic heat
Irrevocably clean
Slate but dirty laundry
And full and empty glasses
And lost and found
And too soon,
And too late
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
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