Verbal Situations,
My voice, speaks silently against the vibrations of consequence, I feel no pressure that is consistent towards the experiences I represent.
I flutter no eyes at an emotion that has been circumcised,
I float towards no sea that challenges my ability to be victimized.
I brooder without finance for the chance to obtain full want to understand legal bellyaches, I change the look of face towards the structured romance I've somehow misplaced.
My passion reaches across valleys of congested space, and through experience it has "learned me" pieces of collected mistakes.
Wisdom marks me for eternity, and I lay drunken blessings down on sweaty hands,
Without overstating my confessions, I blend well with fallen trends.
Nervous, because I will once again see my maker who drapes me in spiritual expectations, Invigorating temptations of "calmed situations" become solidified and adds intensity to these verbal situations.
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