Too one who lost another

Even the feral sign of fertility
sees the winters cold and
the loss of physical communication
but who is he to complain
for others never had the pleasure
of losing such an indulgence

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Even infertility, signed in the wild
Cold in the winter and look
Loss of physical communication
But is that people complain about
There was no joy in other people
Lose these luxury

Heterogeneous with Age

A man has a way too look
and that way he can direct
his eyes and mind to a place
where he has the right
too control what he says
and leave what is
unequivocal emotion
to his youth

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The man then look
He can direct way
His attention and location of
Here he is entitled.
He says too much control
What is the holiday
Clear feeling
Adolescence

Sulis in Winter

she was young with dark wine hair
and blossom red lips small and warm
she came here to to make the ice
now in hardening everything
to slowly drip away
and restore a fleeting good
that will soon over bear
and boil down your
pleasures once again

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She is a dark wine-haired young
Small warm red lips and flowers
She is here now as ice
Now all strengthening
Gradually dropping to
Good recovery and fleeting
Bear is over soon
And boil your
Joy again

Love as Feral & Cryptic

The dark enchantress
holds close the desire of man
to make him wild
and willing to deceit
all that he holds dear
for what has more
mystery of conquest
then the dark and the sea?

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Fascinating dark
Human desire to maintain close
As his wild
Willing to deceive and
He loves to hold all
As with what
Mysteries of the conquest
And, dark sea?

In absences of ones perfect pass

Though it may be of a dark and unfortunate in its past
like a lover once turning tricks to keep from death
the past is not needed to be concidered if the now
underlying ideas hold well a sense of humanity

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It may fade, but unfortunately, in the past
Towards maintaining a trick from the death of her lover that once
Until now, it is necessary to consider the case of no
Maintain a sense of underlying ideas and human

Spiritual Rigamotis

there lied death
and I copied it down
seeing as it was
the only control
one could have
on a futures
figure

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Death lies in
I copy it
It is seen
Only control
One may
Future

Locked Compacincy

how one can watch
and want
to be what he sees
but the colours oppose
and a wall and ocean
separate
the ideas of desire
and action of
consistency

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You can watch how
And
Recognize that which is
However, against the color
Sea wall
By
Idea of desire
And action
Consistent

It's all the same when not noticed

In shades of dirt run by carnal desperation
all sit alike high of thrown or thrown and torn
consumed with the aspect of existence
that we are not aloud to speak of for
keep quite that which you can not
explain

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Performed by the despair of the flesh in shades of dirty
Torn to sit on the high throw and throw all the same
Consumption side of the presence of
In that we do not speak aloud in
Maintenance, this is pretty, can not be
Description

Dialog of Emotional Manipulation

"you there!, how hasth this been, for you are not to be held
bound and tortured by I?!"

"yea dude its easy"

"ive spent my life to enslave this, in what way do you think dare
insult my percipient action?"

"look, your just like a hurt scared little baby jerk, so like, you just
tie everyone up around you into messes so you dont get forgoten,
that kind of shit doesnt work forever, and never really gets anything done"

"I shall kill you with five thousand spears and blades for your insufferable language
towards me!"

"try it dude,... but it will only been seen from your own forced perspective."

Too that which makes it difficult

it is the insipid small abashment of existence
that harbors the dark creases of a worn face
and a soon to be crypt body in in its agony

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Insipid little disconcerting is that the presence
Tired facial wrinkles that harbors a dark
The body as soon as the basement, and in the throes of

The worst is that they were careless about the exposure

here it comes
an unclear all encompassing
exposition on you
leaving everything
drenched in ugly white light
and yet you inside are only
blinded by such an experience

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Come here
Encompasses all known
Your Fair
Let
Bathed in white light is ugly
Only in you yet
Dazzled by the experience this

Only an image passes through a window

like the plants taken from their natural habitats
needs are met the water and the light, the sun
and warmth at night

yea enclosed to a place that one can never grow
more then what they are. Is the affliction
of the pleasant existence

Identical in Phylum

in one thing
many types may exist
all of the same stemming
and yet unrecognizable to each other

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The one thing
There may be many types
Stemming all the same
Can not recognize each other and yet

An uncomfortable embrace

and there she was embarrassed
it was your worse fear
she held you and knew what
a infant child you really are.
your coward ways and self centered
nihilistic qualities of thought
and the real problem is
she was embarrassed
not because they existed
but that you said they didnt
and your actions told her
they did

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She was embarrassed and that
Your fear was worse
She has been in place for you
It is truly a child of the child.
Your self-centered and cowardly way
Nihilistic qualities of thought
In fact there is a problem
She was embarrassed
Because they do not exist
They didn't have it
And said to her actions
They were

The object of dismay

to some the worship of the object is the desire
not the concentration of harmony
In the innate, lies never changing qualities
that can always be found with out whim
and for those who feel to much is lost
this is greater

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wish some of the objects of worship
Instead of harmony, concentration
In the nature, qualities that can change
Is always found to be capricious
And people feel quite lost

Conception

what is it i shall make
for is it perfection
or correction
that seems to help
another then I

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What is it that I must
Is perfect for
Or modify
It seems to me
Then another

The complexity of faces among us

all share a different yet similar expression of desire to be conquered


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By the desire to conquer all share the same expression still

A magical realm that soon dies

The dull browns turned soft pink
the mundane gray turned fuzzy blue
because like real teenagers they were
the last to have a handle of what was
real

Illiterate Composure

a few books can ruin your life
but all that shit is just
some guy who had an idea
so that you can get some
new ones too

Forced Perspective

the early night was haze pale blue from the gray sky
it was easy to see it as something difficult
but truely there was beauty inside of it

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Pale blue-gray sky was foggy early at night
It is difficult to see what was easy
Among them there was really beautiful

The largerst thing able to be held in a hand

In this one thing
is the same thing
that inside all things
many focus on why it is bad
but why would want to do
something so easy

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In this one thing
It's the same
Is in all things
Why am I so bad a lot of focus on
But I think why
Something very simple

Between a stone and a broken intellectualism

Though it is difficult to break the stone
once you have, it is yours to become
what you want it to be.
Yet we spend time to debate
if we should break this stone
for it has no meaning
but what it means
is that you tried
something you
had no faith
in and
learned

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But it is difficult to break stones
Once that is that you will
What you want to be.
However, we spend time discussing the
If you must break the stones
Does not make sense for
However, what it means
Be tested to
Something
Was convinced
And
Learning

It's easy to fuck up

though we may ask or try to say
to the future or what will be
it glares back, willing to take
what you are not mindful of
for its granted way

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Regardless, please say whether we can ask
In the future, or how to become
Again, I'd like to get glares
What is not noted in
To grant this

In the face of desire

perhaps the realness is far too genuine
the way you are faced with what you want
then lie down and take it the other way
a series of events in which you learn to
justify your actions. When you should
be learning new ones

The trouble with an Early Romance

The young men play her their music
and buy her drinks, but she knows
these favors are only for what she
will soon loose from them
her mystery and shallow
beauty.

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Playing her own music for young people
Buy her a drink, she knows
These are the only benefit
Now, you will lose from them.
Her mysterious shallow
Beauty.

The Ascendants

as they exit from the home of the lonely and inebriated
they feel a sense of relief for the night
too wake in the morning
and feel lower then
before

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From his home in a drunken lonelyness as an Exit
They feel the relief of the night
Also the return in the morning
You feel low

The tender compassion of unfortunate circumstances

" oh mother, do not bring that light in here, for he hath broken my heart"

"My Daughter, you only had one date... do you feel your being a bit melodramatic?"

"NO, how could one like you, in the forced union of love with an aging and unwanted lover
know the truth of young hearts broken desperately in anguish?"

"because young lady true love is a sacrifice, too keep from ending up alone"

What if one lust after other women

if possessional love was to be made against the morality of man
perhaps we could share something that we are always
keeping away because we feel it can be diminished

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If human morality possessional was made to love
Perhaps we can share something that is always
But its away so it can be reduced,

The young ballet of affection

The young lamb will lay
before the stone of man
in which he wants
complete submission
while never loosing
that which is mystery
i wish i could apologize
for his bad heart

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Little lamb will be reduced
Man in front of the stone
The way he wants
Complete submission to
No one can lose
This is a mystery
I might want to apologize
His bad heart

A yearing for more to let go of

In all the hard hedonism one can wield with reckless abandon
it is perhaps the irresponsible fault of the soft who is its provocateur
because the best way to deal with not getting what you want its to
lay claim that it never had value to start with

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Hard pleasures can be exercised at all in the abandon
The irresponsible failure of soft ones who were probably
This is the best way to deal with is not what you want
Claim, it had no value to begin