169 May 2, 2021April 29, 2021 ~ The Hermit Poet's Ramblings Frantically Scratching At his deformed image In the mirror Hyperventilating He cried “Please help I need air” Fallen idol Emotional bowl of jello Desecrated soul Pissed in his own rice bowl Alone There are no more calls No longer the star Of the Masquerade balls Share this: Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Nextdoor Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Like Loading... Related
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