Doubtful Written by thefitzroyflasher the Fitzroy Flasher This is torture that it is This doubtful state – Bliss-less, listless – Breeding ground Enzymatic hate Entropic heat Irrevocably clean Slate but dirtylaundry And full and emptyglasses And lost and found And too soon, And too late View original post Advertisements Share this:ShareFacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.