Your
Magnolia mind
Has died
Toppled my tongue
And severed the
Lung
I won′t befall this time
Oh no
I'm not yours to define
Seam
A torpor shade of green
Envelops me in sated
Sympathy
To the nth degree
Vanity set free we
Fell so far yet we′re
Not quite down and out
This facsimile of ours
Has sunken through the floor again
Your
Vernacular vines
That bind
Personal hive mind
Concaves in
Soon we'll be there again
Your false sense of sin
Keeps you locked in
Seam
A torpor shade of green
Envelops me in sated
Sympathy
To the nth degree
Vanity set free we
Fell so far yet we're
Not quite down and out
This facsimile of ours
Has sunken through the floor again
