and the crutch! and the lifeline!
Hook, like fish to shine; borne on anti-fear; procrastination.
Piercings attract; was attracted to my lips'
quiver; full of arrows, barbed, un-shot.
Bow at my side, limp; bow to the floor.
But no! now - string it with the line. Fire back!
Flaming roses, secure the chain by evasion?
not enough! Fire, Fire, Fire, until cut or burn the line
plastic-wrapped, like styrofoam, will not fade with
Bacterial erosion, or wind-eaten time.
Destruct, with a hole to be sewn up
With nets and synthetic thread;
and the crutch! and the lifeline!
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Why do I kill time? It's bad enough that I'm wasting it.
Thank you, Sir Watch Dog, and The Phantom Tollbooth
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