Usless with white out?

Question

Your fickle cells leave reduction under cover up,

push the inevitable to the brink, sinking fears clear tablet of table top tinctures you replaced me with,

a gift from the above abode loaded with throwing canary parchment, floating in the breeze of my cool cold breath.

Forgetting was half the fun of this story time tail I leave behind myself, dragging in memories where someone once walked. After all, the falling sit where winds are lit around the fire you desire.

Answer 1

thumbs up :)

Answer 2

It's a really good poem

Answer 3

abstract but good