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Breaking Down Barriers(Unbeknownst)
An entity of clear cutting cadence
Speaks out against its malign conscience
A dismal reckoning beckons down the conveyor.
Said entity chokes and stutters to pray or
Convene a suitable situation to slay her
Entry gadget of otherworldly communication white hot in hand
Entity pushes and shoves to solidify its brand
Confused and awkwardly shying, her giggles out a “What?”
Entity practically screams, “I really like the way you strut.”
Facetiously digging itself out of an uncomfortable rut.
Her responds with, “I have not, that of which you speak”
But underlying desire blemishes (or enhances to some) upon her cheek
The tables have turned and Entity begins to slip
Neon gabble has ceased to flow from lip to lip
An idea sparks within a leisurely degradation
Well beyond the social standard elation
The simple question of “Can you relay?” falls from its eyes
Directed now at the sullen accomplice straddling her surprise
“Indeed, if I must. Though you’re dimming my intrigue.”
“Tis only a speed bump on the road to unity” Entity paints in fatigue.
Feeling accomplished but nearing exhaustion, Entity transcends to I
Leaving her alone and rejoining a lost breath, its mutates to my
As the night passes on in a near comatose blur, and her changes to Teaghan
I finally feel after months apart, that I can be me again.
Speaks out against its malign conscience
A dismal reckoning beckons down the conveyor.
Said entity chokes and stutters to pray or
Convene a suitable situation to slay her
Entry gadget of otherworldly communication white hot in hand
Entity pushes and shoves to solidify its brand
Confused and awkwardly shying, her giggles out a “What?”
Entity practically screams, “I really like the way you strut.”
Facetiously digging itself out of an uncomfortable rut.
Her responds with, “I have not, that of which you speak”
But underlying desire blemishes (or enhances to some) upon her cheek
The tables have turned and Entity begins to slip
Neon gabble has ceased to flow from lip to lip
An idea sparks within a leisurely degradation
Well beyond the social standard elation
The simple question of “Can you relay?” falls from its eyes
Directed now at the sullen accomplice straddling her surprise
“Indeed, if I must. Though you’re dimming my intrigue.”
“Tis only a speed bump on the road to unity” Entity paints in fatigue.
Feeling accomplished but nearing exhaustion, Entity transcends to I
Leaving her alone and rejoining a lost breath, its mutates to my
As the night passes on in a near comatose blur, and her changes to Teaghan
I finally feel after months apart, that I can be me again.
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