A woman ever undone

_ Her mind compels the pen (again and again) Until caught more often than not In a deadlock with rational thought Her head condemns the ends As it convenes with the means With madness and its methodologies Her hands command the verses freed With benediction for these frenetic fictions In the name of idiosyncrasies gleaned […]

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the words on the walls

Lyrics: I’m tired I’m bothered Yet dwelling on the fact You’re just like My father You don’t know when to quit it, admit it I don’t need your open hand, no Tired of this silly dance There’s something special on the high note Don’t get it twisted this is where I stand Don’t get consumed, don’t want to mourn […]

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