Beyond self-deception, one lives abjectly?

Mediocre stepdown isn't compensatory?

The name mumbled, that is I, of profanity!

A crufix deserves no less evil molly!

Clutch burning the charcoal in a fire hellishly,

Cut off with bruises, I run aloof silently.

A tortured mind's department has no sanity;

Look what it made me do to contend indolently.

Of much unneeded words to shed off mystery;

Facing a facade of secret hyms undoubtedly.

Profoundly, barely, hardly and accordingly

A fair yet less linings, I abridge gradually.

For my emotions are missing evidently;

Of much of unknown twisted personality.

For whatever persona I crave honestly;

I am an adult who didn't age correctly.

from.....

A MAN WHO DIDN'T AGE CORRECTLY

by: ahrby-sensei

03.05.2024 10:54 PM\

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