the deep crash remains


the deep crash remains
social gel time
contract clash time

I adore the
another country
language
manner

I have no
social life
suitcase

as neat as the net might
no presence
no smell of giggle
no rounds

there is accumulated acting
I ken the flavours of affront
adopted by stylish individuals

I'm shelled
by weeks
offline

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