Do your creations satisfy you until they remind you of yourself?
Hard pressing, pressure, suffocation.
there’s no time
Until her head is in the corner
and her confined demons form
a deep growth in their own honour
and it swells for its survival, it survives, inhabits her insides
encapsulated by a beautiful bent body.
Her looks, language, love
there’s no time
are seemingly inexistent but
the chances are they were abandoned.
Why?
there’s no time
You’ve endured your suffering for me today.
I’m sorry and thank you.
there’s no time
For everything.
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