Please hollow my mind,
Eternally obscene distant armour, Wilt me as a dying flower in autumn away...! There be no shelter remaining to blind silence in an ever present consciousness prison mine internal third willing to accept but never blind inner unprecedented empathetic despite the dark; Eye!
In lieu of my participation in,
Nothing... EVER!
Sunday, July 8, 2018
Riddle VII: Nothing is Figured Out!
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