Aggro. Its a killer.
Blanks
You don't make much sense
When I listen,
Hence I no longer listen at all.
Just built blockades
Hardened layer upon layer of tissue around your
Face...eyes...nose...
There's a structureless mass in place of your
Face...eyes...nose
There are lips moving like the clamping pistons of a cavern
There are mouths silent, distraught
There are words that draw blanks,
Because they are made without thought.
Gouged pretty rhymes, petty;
Sublime with unreason
Somethings gnawing...gnashing
Something is chewing our tender laughter
Tentative repetition
Hence I no longer listen at all
Hence I no longer listen at all
Hence I no longer listen at all
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