glazed with hazy phrases
lazy and abrasive
mouth floods with stuttery clutter
expecting praises
borrow a word
let syllables drift
no need for "readable"
in a world barely breathable
where perspectives shift every minute
literal gluttony
thrives without limit
but rules, they don't bleed, they don't feel any pain.
breaking them - obsolete. fighting them - vain.
this is no therapy
the words are my prison
without a substance
there is no reason to write
i guess i just need to get out...
...side
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