So now the fury
held boiling
violent
rages
creative cum
builds
no release
assuages
all doors
seen
unscalable
walls
confidence
optimism
sanity
falls
inner rage
blinding
much yet
unseen
felt
compressed
not believed
how can one find
the answer
the light
the door
gate keepers
deaf
blind
secure
decades of
stories
feelings
no one
to tell
paintings unseen
beautiful
vivid curse
enchanting
spell
turbulent creative
heart
battles mind
ego sees
nothing but
pointless struggles
to find
all that is left
is juice
with no
chalice
compassion
rage
tears
malice
so much
to give
such depth
to reveal
bangkok ladyboy
standing
embarassed
waiting
grown man
artist
unknown
hating
doors with no
knob
no opening
no handle
eyes that see
nothing
no answer
no angle
public asleep
when
awakened
demands
pablum
machine nods
yes
holds cup
to its
rectum.
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