automatic friends wont last the night
when the clock is ticking
and the sounds of it ruin the mood
swings follow suit and take us down
into singular cells of selves
that we would never have admitted to
in any other time line
accept
accepting circumstances
that lay out the possible
reconciling moment
that allows the plot to carry on
and keep all players
in motion
automatically
animated
we all have painted faces
just check out mine and see
that i spent all of my time
on an image for you to imagine
and animate
automatically
teeth clenches and all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem