Broken dreams
Thwarted intentions
Rationed passions
Myopic visions
Closed Circles
Spiraled cycles
Riveting journeys
Weary Warriors
Orgasmic ascents
Hollow victories
Bleary eyes
Hazy sights
Blurred lines
Crowded Spaces
Veiled faces
Headless bodies
Blighted Stars
Dim Supernovas
Misplaced priorities
Diffused perceptions
Trickles Magicians
Pious Demons
Lost Vanguards
Sleepless nights
Disjointed limbs
Spotless Imprints
Yeah, everything is not written in font
Because most are stuck up in our thoughts
So take my eyes and dot my Is
A listening heart and crossed Tees
Verily, things are not what they seem
Very reason I shall employ my sixth sense.
Writer tweets @vilejah
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