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Deadlock
No feet were allowed to walk, crawl, beg for motion..
Eyes caressed the confined horizon, grains of sand and sun are f*ucking frequently asked questions I never bothered to note down and face the snake under my desert cloth I dare to name, mon amant temporaire.
No free food was served while going through hell, but I did pack bones, some of my own, and some fossils of humanity leftovers, expired restaurant cakes, overcooked, overlooked, I rhyme rocks with skulls, this journey my pocket dictionary is getting too heavy, excuse me for not being of any service to pour a red wine bitter lust sitting by my side a stroke of terrible luck that propels few night moisture drops to accumulate on thirsty lips, which I don’t pack but neither goodbye kiss.
You, my shadow.
Is/she/it is invited to speak..
Deadlock
noun
“a state of inaction or neutralization resulting from the opposition of equally powerful uncompromising persons or factions : STANDSTILL”
