Ff

Ff

A Poem by Simbles

What happens. When I have not the ability... must I do research..


Rehearse

Work to find the rework

Hidden Inside

The knowledge that I deserve

Better then what it would have been had not I been there to make it from a nothing into beacon of light then surely it's frailty would have left it with nothing and withered and died

Now I sit in my mind discussing what it is that seems to me to be so disgusting so much that it leaves me nutting out reasons for why such a morbidly obese type of

Like minded wind up

Must be just a hype

Bust

Made from the minds who frayed to much

Now stuck in a design trying to find reactions inside the design I just ambit and watch

Why then climb when I feel like a God

Because you swing you bave a reason to become and as long as you design greater institutions for you aren't yet inside of your own feature the more the irreverence will treat ya

Get it together man

© 2025 Simbles


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Added on May 30, 2025
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Simbles
Simbles

Perth. , Streya, Australia



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