Chronic PainPoetry & Art Succumbing by Hemlock 3/8/2019 written by Hemlock 3/8/2019 Encased, petrified in the rigid amber of a death grip; their skeletal digits gnarled, inhospitable bring suffocation. Ushering in softly a traffic jam of violent panic in a parched throat that no longer ferries fatuous pleading. 2 comments 0 Email Related posts I’m not good and never will be 3/17/2024 Im so tired…. 1/20/2024 Deepest betrayal 1/17/2024 Year review 1/8/2024 Just another day…maybe 12/7/2023 Complexitiessssss 11/12/2023 Future is predictableeeee 11/10/2023 9/22/2023 Levitating 9/20/2023 There is no meaning of life 9/15/2023 2 comments Bisban 3/9/2019 - 2:38 am Ultimate-consciousness, abacus… momentarily, distinctive… words. Have you been experiencing, any strange notions, like.. other worldly-gestures, even you, the supernatural. I’d like to know. Log in to Reply Araxis 3/9/2019 - 2:55 am In short, yes. For the longest time, I feel. Log in to Reply Leave a Comment Cancel ReplyYou must be logged in to post a comment.Subscribe to comments: Don't subscribe All new comments Replies to my comments Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting.
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Ultimate-consciousness, abacus… momentarily, distinctive… words. Have you been experiencing, any strange notions, like.. other worldly-gestures, even you, the supernatural. I’d like to know.
In short, yes. For the longest time, I feel.