THERAPEUTIC POETRY
KNOWING, Trade Girl.
What is this love that I feel? That make no sense but it is real Time and space is surreal Contracted before the physical This is immaterial The flame keeps on burning The soul continues yearning One day to find The mystery of this rhyme.
THINK FOR THOUGHT
MATRIX THE DISTRACTOR, Trade Girl.
Mundane Attention To Rhetorical Information Xenophobically
