The road winds unforgivingly
From the desert to the snow.
Lorn are the cities on either end.
Wishing to be clouds,
Covering my body with
A quilt of what’s to come,
I sit with my eyes
Peering amid
The depths,
Where obscurity and mendacity
Can claim equal kingdom.
A toothsome exterior presents itself
In the best light,
Eclipsing the marring
And structural damage
Found consequently to familiarisation.
But I could easily find myself
A nice crevice in the wall
To bedeck
With shed skin
And experience,
Where I could sleep with my limbs
Tied carelessly around the desert.
An analyzation; a propagation; an exclamation; a declaration; a conversation; a desecration; a proclamation of truth. Peace and love.
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