A Puzzel Not Meant To Be In A Box – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

An suffering of solidarity, broken in the doorway of life, stifling, mesmerising, a masterclass in adultery, harmonising the inner whelp, breaking the wheel, resetting to heal, what if I can, who if I am, a flask of meal, a glass of hate, a box full of puzzle’s, a scandal, sedate, suffer for me, the people of biologies fate, we see, open a window, gather me, for I am separate, form in me, let me see my visage, for windows are golden, open or closed, but openings without coverings are vacuums, and so is a door…

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