They lie static without
Tethered to wanting
Refraining from light
The length grows wide
And steps grow dark
As they run into eyes
That can’t see anymore
As they slump under
And fall into holes
That were never dug
Just born from life
Having been betrayed
Where revenge lurks
And storms grow
Into electrical impulses
HASTYWORDS 
Oh, they do, yes they do.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Hasty – like weeds from secret seeds
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Not that it makes it any easier, but at least you know you’re dealing with a set of electrical lies *hugs*
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