untitled,
the numbers of times staring only brings forth
lack of words
untitled,
like there is no begging, no beginning
middle of the end, the action starts
untitled,
the number of times winning tug of war
only to fall flat, ass first and hands burnt by the rope
untitled,
like the music played in the gradation of the night
to induce better sleep
untitled,
a nameless face to a child who has been named
but hates the formality of titles
untitled,
like there are other things to fill the whites
other than long lists of people's moods
untitled,
a chance to create more, own less
nothing is worth the exchange of soul and water
untitled,
like the title holds so much
yet so little significance.
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