mayhem. flashing lights
pampered pillows, on over layed flights
rented love for an hour or so
pent up problems, kept in a row
sent messages, empty words
fluttering wings of fallen birds
enraptured thoughts being lost
dreams of dreams, quiclky crossed
Khaos, discord, and a firey passion
a food called trust s narrowly rationed
watery mislead little girls
misunderstood expanding worlds.
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