Separable in existence, a soul adrift like an anonymous anomaly.
Kakidrosis stench atomizing a festering, fiendish fortune foreclosed.
Ichnites of ichorous existence thriving even where shadows succumb.
Death knocks at the door like a familiar friend, a beginning...an end?
Rampant ramifications of a rarefied spirit lost in the frey without a say.
Omnipotent sentient without perception of time or place, living or lace.
Whichsoever is right? Day or night, frighten or fight, measure or might…
…...when you’re on skid row.
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