Gaunt Generation

there was a tuned timewhen wet wits’ wilespricked pestered passionfragile fills foiled fracture there was a drooling decadewhen wanky wields waitedon meagre melody, clogged cleavageshampered hanker humming hymns there’s this mystic metamorphosessmothered time trails on lanky lipsof tampered technology, squashed syllablesdripping dances etched in gaunt gullibles this time is a bruised bilecooked in cauldron ofContinueContinue reading “Gaunt Generation”

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