not finished

blowin smoke out my window. 
fallin face-first, no feet. 
i’m tied to my blind sides; i cant see the world from your eyes.
yellow-card penalty, i think i mightve done too many wrongs, but that’s alright. 

and these pointless arguments lead to nothing.
i just wanna hear you say something. 

typhlotic wonder-wandering, feelin my way around to make some sense in the state of chaotic limbo. 

so forgive me for this noxious pastime of mine —
i really wish things were different.

but it is what it is and it’s pointless complain
against to entropy
we cant count counter-clockwise so we’ll skip past the apologies

im pondering

and this blindsided spur of a moment, attachment to my sins
self pet peeves bring in an annoyance
my own breathing’s under my skin

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William Preat

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ian

-TANK-

Bon Olston