Angualr constructs of logic dissipate into one polluted chain of consciousness all reason has been taken hostage by the evident lack of rhyme Nothing to glue it all together as it frays at the seams that loose thread a Judas unravells all composure that was left leaving in it's wake a writhing mass amorphous shapes of emotions
Reason for writing:
Believe me, there IS one.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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