It was made yesterday but not posted because I was SO TIRED.
Constrained myself to 2 syllable words.
Every itchy eyelid winches;
simple twitches inside yourself,
become mindful about pushing mouthfuls into ideas.
Bloated via business
lofty ideals
impose endings upon every promised future.
PS I am participating in Day of Silence today and my next poem will probably be about that.
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