My motions sway in my outside somehow plucking in.
Inside my long lost afar I walk my inner distence as I still sit in my third level motions of my break.
Oh the to long in unending of place in me tries to handle me with weights of lasting datasets in lost triles of fall in feeling inner trails.
My losing lost with in paise posses me like inner crissal stage.
I can't get out of it's interlocking lasting breaking rage.
The stars of my darkened alast break down like planets from spaces in my complacent complex complicated head.
My eyes image a story of saddened saddeness pictured like burnt motions of my seen saw inner rooted read spread.....
© she licks my heart's desire