Concentrating on the undermining contemplation
of the same damn thing;
what was the flavor we shared?
you were impaired
and me with my broken porcelain mug,
down on my luck like Houdini with
the release stuck
and I'm trapped under your emotions
like the Titanic;
sinking, sleeping, underwater creeping
We're all sea urchins attached to the coral
no morals and no identity to
separate and over-rate probability.
These speech bubbles collect
and float up to the surface
with a purpose.
Let's live it right.
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