Spit Stains
In pigmented fray, drops scatter— aloof only in frailty's disbursement of self. Brushed. Stroked. Drowned within a shot glass of reason, fear squats amongst the broken walls barricading discipline's endorsement. Line after line after line after line after the unstable guidance of displaced residue reeks havoc beneath painted squalor. Our uncrafted magnitude blisters obscene — forever impeding smoothed portraits... debased.
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