Casey Robinson (90564) wrote in _notepadophila,
Casey Robinson
90564
_notepadophila

Hello.

It's been so long since I've seen them in my head
the clouds,crowds, and the sweet undead
been a while since tiles they spoke, choke, and toke up times away
sobriety should be killing me
but
this mind is waiting willingly
for frames left tame and cut not billing me,
no shut up.
it's the sublimation of past aggravations,
the evaporation of owned-up frustrations,
reaping the tide, side by side, creeping the slide,
mind write the ride
through
trees and bees an' bumble canopies
succeed
and lead the forth quarter............................................................................................................................I can('t) function functionally, depth of doom,consume and
loom free my feet
and seat myself in this rigid foam
left to moan,groan in the round unknown......

Ocean swell,feel well, can't tell, rich bells
can't talk, won't walk, themes shock, warm lips
crows bawk,
leave left in smoke in rosary minds,bind time to line the wash/bubble
kind and
KNOW the show we dance in enhance in and glance in
redwood wonders
what's the past in?

If you let me lift the dreamscape,riptape, guns won't hit the water,shipshape,
words won't feed to fodder, suncape, I'll just weed the wonders/dreamscape
don't find,
sand in limestone (runmate) just lift up in the clouds (im-itate)
keep those hands maraders (brokefate) to leave myself unwound (abbreviate)


HEY i'M NEW HERE.
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