I can’t think enough,
for your love,
to allow breathing room
Where is translucency,
determined by guesses?
I persuade hedonistic irritation,
& suddenly excuses are no longer relevant
The flickering anomaly,
doesn’t halt our traction,
which opposes a zymotic blend of fate
How to be ok,
with this viral unaccommodating decree?
I positioned tomorrow,
in reach of the grotesque,
which is adhesion for this loaned identity
There are no ornaments,
marginalizing your error,
& polite holographic scene workers,
aggregate me with fleshy doubt
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