That I show my haughtiness of being a wordly dweller, See today, I failed raining with my escape That I cried but couldn't wordify. I feel the ~nomad~ for my description hand, Can you hear the shriek of pain for failing to stop leaving, anxieties play flute on - "Lying, you are poet/ You ? Poet? Lie!" I also wanted you to hear it then, when I LEFT when I, as a shelters failed, collapsed. Didn't want but still... leaving a full stop in place of ellipis. I am useless, not you — None but only you can heal me right, if you can complete me, oh! My incomplete verse... There's a pain of being left, and of leaving, that's a different jerk. So here's a shit out of enjities and self doubtnuts, lol. #jerksnshivers
