psilo

nonexistent competition
with curiosity
or salty sexism

comfortable isthmus
psychic stalkers
in another dimension

stereotypikkal sycophant
apprehensive of his propensity
for falling down the ladder

don't fear the erroneous one
don't smakk the felonious one
when ships are colliding

they are not your saviours
they are not your demons
you are theirs.

foolishly solitaire
awaiting acceptance
only gaining contempt

persistent desire
interior walls
accompanied with shivers

transparent observation
loathing silhouettes
interlaced with black

don't fear the erroneous one
don't smakk the felonious one
when ships are colliding

they are not your saviours
they are not your demons
you are theirs...


				*My Prison Souls* *psilo*



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		*psilo* nonexistent competition with curiosity or salty sexism comfortable isthmus psychic stalkers in another dimension stereotypikkal sycophant apprehensive of his propensity for falling down the ladder don't fear the erroneous one don't smakk the felonious one when ships are colliding they are not your saviours they are not your demons you are theirs. foolishly solitaire awaiting acceptance only gaining contempt persistent desire interior walls accompanied with shivers transparent observation loathing silhouettes interlaced with black don't fear the erroneous one don't smakk the felonious one when ships are colliding they are not your saviours they are not your demons you are theirs... Copyright Heather Prudence Davis