Danger you were swallowing.
Jasmines in tinned box,
Fragrance bottled up,
You are mauled up in a
Saturation point miserably
Don’t know if saturation
and staring point
like a tiger in a nullah,
Staggering and staring at you,
How entwined in a messy ,
Pretentiously confounding mass,
You are in a dangerous world
abysmally crude and gruesome,
Unaware of the whips and slashes,
Cucumber sandwiches
go stale and dry.
While you contemplate the
overflowing meaningless activity ,
life in a break less encryption.
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