Lancing Organic

not my doing fooled again self effacing stood against push right through swing again timed with force none left and this inane senseless-follow part disdained sorted, forgotten second to not a few things while i wait for your fall line it's an effort in circular hydration a masterpiece of necessary distance if you want my blood you got to look at the waves i bled through ...this inevitable hysterical rag attacks and you've been had