My absence has left nothing in its wake;
my arrogance has gotten me nowhere but mistakes; which when quantified can be a lesson in disguise;
I turn the other cheek only later to realize ;
inside theres battling demons which patronize juice; in my thoughts which if not drank, rots darkly into matter and when examined under the right light, all things uncertain become undone even unflatter-ing one, how tight, how wrong, all becomes right.... but I'm not there yet just working towards polished, a bit of goulish charm and sassafras sizzle put a posie on the door knob and let's get bizzle.
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