Thwips and Quips

Dead silent mortar
A jungle of designer disorder
Playground for the jester
Prideful spectacles lesser
The confusion of losing
Family to the fault
Of soil where their roots swam
A sickly sea to drown in
A free fall so festive
Freeing the fleeting feeling from my festering folley a father frothing in the fading fallacy
Feeling the seething behind the bleeding
Dealing out the feeding
(Bleeding out this city leaves scars)



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Writer(s): Parker Luck
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