Ennui

Rating: 4.5

Pleasure is good to hand
Where pleasure grows
Night wil not exist-

This is black and
White painting
Truth's where truth is.

Lack of connections
Networks, frames cause
My free fall through space

Yesterday i revolved
Around myself, not caring
What others do or think

Today desperate looks
For convenience in social nests
Breeding grooming on soft couch

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