false cognitions

The days turn, unrelenting and socketed
I am storming after the one with the blackest tooth
Reason is unreservedly fractional, already, thoughts manifold
It would not have made antithesis
If one of us existed, as rescindment, in dissolution
I hate you for it
Your stain of reminiscence, the illusion broken into billions of alibis
Without linkage, without having retraction
With unexceptional simulated sanity


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