Tumbling out of Turmoil


Tumbling into the vast escape.

What…indeed is the languid turmoil for?

When staring up at the painted on ceiling for salacious hints…

Less than many…have gone since.

I have sat in the rooms of pretense and it’s friendship with despair.

No matter, the guttural response…

I cannot produce the flair.

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