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Ain't it

By Willem IndigoPublished 6 months ago 1 min read
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Able to

Breathe when she first sees me, but the

Calamity of her escapes the eye.

Diane to her close and personals

Elated by the blunt infatuation, your

Favorite fool has passed the physical

Gone native over no charge love above


I can't remember asking for.

Juiced to boot restrictions that removes

Kindness from the

Lexicon, wake up chained, 'No, this is wrong.'

Manic maniac for hire

'No way; she hung flyers!'

Opened to..... by you? Delusions sing, never a

Prouder view but is suiting me just fine.

Quarky Jester letting mental illness fester as a

Raven-haired addict ensnared with

Seduction to create a ride and/or die.

Twice over, there be love

Untethered to all faults and

Violently so the

Wind goes freely as I do from millions to see this book closed.

Xylene in the eyes and throat, epilogue ends on the leather cover,

Yodel therapy clear the pipes, and my

Zeitgeist has a new perspective where I'm able to breathe.

Mental Healthsad poetryFor Fun

About the Creator

Willem Indigo

I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?

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