Destroying the shape
Wanting to break free of the cycle.
Kicking up heels
In a cloud of clear dust
Explaining the thoughts with simplicity
Turning the corners
Intriguingly real reactions
Brought forwards on wings of demons
Wounds bleeding heavily
Flesh torn apart at the seams
Hemorrhaging unwanted details obtrusively
Tongues clicking secretly
Words built with thick cement
Falling and crushing all arguments
Walking in circles
Feet bleeding and sore
Trying to break free of the cycle.
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