Yu’d see This

Drenched in irony,

the bottom of the cup saturated with bubbles, holes are brewing

sides are melted with the drops
and the cup is crushed, because of iron.

you’re a  round bend of figment,,

you’re laxing and loathing all at the same moment

you’re a wire of life

bending at any extragent piece of article

that lightens your mode.

you’re the breath of all things hostile

the remote on your tongue

stings the soul of all beings

you’re the remarkable,

the undone, wild tasty hope sucking cuddle bear

you’re the dangerous

the most

you’d ever see

in a life.

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