Crowding

a huddled mass with
a sense of but no point to direction
relying on the others for what
they themselves rely on


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Huddled masses
The lack a sense of direction
Are dependent on others
They rely on their own

Arranged Marriage

the fear of a calm unwantedness
in an age where your function ability
is at a deterioration is what spells
for the acquisition of an unloved lover

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Unwantedness calm fears
Power function of age
What is the spell degradation
Get unloved lover

In he way that it was written

The thoughts of other men
are aloud to be transplaced
into your head in marked symbol
upon porous surface.
This then makes an understanding
of what is always in front of you

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Others thought
transplaced aloud to have
Mark symbol on your head
Porous surface.
This makes understanding the next
You are always in front of

The Aged Man

I worked to relax
I drank to fuck
I hungered to be full
I lost what i found

A hem along the way

the old man risked what he did
so that he could eat
when do we decide
how much pain we go through
so that we can relax

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The old man did what he endangered
So, he can eat
When do we decide
How much pain we go through
So we can relax

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this death of love will never end

Circumstance of changes

the ritual death of loss
comes as often as
birth of gain
and yet we fair
so better
to lethargy
with one more
then the other

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Ritual death loss
Come as often as possible
Birth of the gain
And yet we are just
Of this
Supinely
One or more
Later, other

Secreater status

the letters of a lover
soon get sparse
for as time lags
upon mystery
small changes allow
us to be far to aware of
what else we could do

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Love letter
Get loose now
Delay time
Mystery
Allow small changes
We know that much
What else can we

Yearning Appetite

A young fray of a man
be wary of the ones
who you wish for

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The young man's struggle
Be wary of what
Who wants

The Seasons of Aesthetics

though they have engineered out the mutation of variables
from the now conceived, we are driven to know beauty is
not what is inherent but that which is first fresh
then homogenized then discarded

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They also designed a variation of the variable
We are driven to know the beauty, the current plan
What is unique, that is, the first fresh
Destroyed after the homogenization

Passenger's Train

an empty communal space
to perceive what the others
who you do not know
and will not speak too
feel about you

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Empty public spaces
Others perceive
You know who
It is important to talk to
You feel

mercurial forcast

uncertain of an others sentiment
how quickly we alone can change
an eros with a change in the winds air

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Uncertainty of other emotions
How quickly we can change independently
Eros and air change in the wind

Position to rest

exhausted from the change
what need of there is for
pleasure when one
does not like their
circumstance

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Changes in emissions from
What must have
Joy, one of
Not as
Situation

Lust Dog

what beast lurks before all man
until he dies
even when has become decrepit

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Before any lurking beast man what
He has to die
Even if you are aging

An image of eros

i never wanted to see you
just let an image exist in my head
and now that i have to see you this way
when you know how much my compassion hurts me
you expect me to still care?

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I never wanted you to see
Let exist only in my head the image
And now, if you see me this way
When, how much sympathy I know I hurt
I hope you still care?

transcendent

the mystical is easy
dreams are what we want to believe in
because no one likes the awareness
of limitations

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The mystic is easy
My dream is that we want to believe
I like everyone aware
Limit

Quick to finish

with soft illusion
the peter pan of a boy
can beset you into
a world you want
and then he like every
child who creates a world
will be come board
and leave it for another

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Illusion with
Peter Pan boy
You can have a
want, the world
And he requested all
Created the world's children
Will come to the board
Leave it for another

Evolutionary Literature

I have decided to rename the three muses
now with current research they shall be labeled
recognition
sex
appetite

The soft loss of pleasure

certain places that you look upon
already have the aesthetic sense
of what you want to hear and see
and be doing in them, and yet lagging
fear and irresponsible desires
cast spells against it

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Particular place you look back
Already have an aesthetic sense
Please check what you want to hear you
They are still doing the late
Irresponsible desire and fear
Cast a spell on it

Vacation at home

Love in the filthy streets
anything to procure stress
an easy gray passionless love

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Machine in the Machine

too much time with a thing
that you just become
well then you are that
and why try to fight it
because you had the choice
for something else but
let this be the dictation


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A lot of time in which
You just get
So that you are
You try to fight why it
Because you have chosen,
The other is something
It will be Dictation

Lightly Hued

upon the realization
of stucco coloured rooms
and the hacking and sniffling
of them, all of them standing around
the colour quickly drained from
her skin, knowing now why
others were so angry

The Evolution of Social Plight

you got all dressed up
to turn around and look at nothing
then act like im an idiot when
I try to talk to you

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You all dressed
The turn around saw nothing
Im like a fool when operating below
I'll talk to you

Vitality of Test Subject

Rigorousness investigation
for pure ethereal understanding
of the physical likeness that we perceive
in vain aspiration of objective merit
when empirical fact dictates that we
are not the vehicles of consciousness
yet of genetic dispersing propagation

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Demanding research
To understand the pure ether
Our physical perception portrait
The objective benefits of a waste of aspiration
Empirical fact, when prompted, we
Vehicles are not aware
Yet the spread of genetic variance

Strangled Emplacement

Lovers hold each other into something
that could put them above or keep
them from another place
though each has its good and its difficult
a wondrous eye is a sick cancer of love

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Lovers hold each other something
It is putting up or maintaining
Those from elsewhere
Each one has a good but difficult, the
Cancer is a disease of the eye is a strange love

Occupied Spaces

The light comes into an empty space
filling it with warmth but even
the light can burn you if you
stay in it to much.

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Incoming light into empty space
Even with the warm, filling it
You can write if you light
Many available in it.

Conversation of Mistaken Tongues

She spoke to him with out understanding
he had a being part that was unknown
and though she was of compassion
no one could see such a hidden piece.

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She said that she understood him out
He was a member was not known
And though she was sympathetic
Anyone can see hidden parts of this.

Infinite Lechery

No matter how he tried to
deny with his age and gracing
and separation the small lust
of an animal that keeps
plagued into the debt of emotion

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No matter how he tried
Deny his age and decorated
Little desire to separate
Followed by animal
Emotional suffering debt

In Constant

The times change around us
which means so little to the worlds in which
we have forsaken though our emotion of change

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Time changes all around us
The world is too small means that
We rule out changes in our emotions

Purity of the Others

There is a cleanliness to another side of the world
that i will never know. As an american pragmatic
what good will the cleaning of what soon is desecrated
be when each moment is present
but as an lachrymose and wild animal
i stalk their soft hands and desire to touch them


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Clean the other side of the world
I do not know that. America as a practical
What good is cleaning, profanity will immediately return
Is that each moment exists
Moved to tears, not as a wild animal
I have no soft hands and desire stems to touch them