Shrug Language

Like the shittiest thought
A futureless rot
Ears pricked by insect
That which batters and stings
That hang like icicles
That hang like icicles
Says makeshift surgeon
I feel like burden
From something that I took
The glow just above the skin casts a hideous blind
This daedalus design
I feel as though I'm losing my mind
I'm losing I'm losing I'm losing I'm losing
I'm losing I'm losing it
A furious entangle that has wrapped the whole thing
Sheer by the timing of it
Which reverberates and swells for vertebrates and shells
From something that I took
Words teased out like chakra
Here they arrive en masse
Here they hang like icicles
Shrugs language and barricades like bears in caves
And so beat the great wings of repose
Seems to elicit a curious word
I've been looking forward to this all day, mind-loser
I'm losing I'm losing I'm losing I'm losing
I'm losing losing losing losing losing losing losing losing



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