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Sweet Nothings

Written: NOV 12, 2003

An endless abrasive struggle,
Life loving leeches, sucking souls;
Tangling tried tentacles hide truths,
But spill love lathered into each.
An ambitions attainable passion,
Leaving destructive deafening worlds dissipating.
Moon lit mechanical madness,
Chasing cheery cherubs to Heart.
A beckoning of beloved blasphemies;
Secretive sad seductions reserved,
Irresponsible revelations relieved of flesh.
An energetic senseless symbolic drive,
Calculatingly cancerous to some,
While others readily redeemed arise,
As newborn free formed phoenixes.
Riddle me with remorseless rhetoric,
And fell me with factitious fictions;
I wish not my mournful musings,
Rather I get in emotional eccentricities embalmed.


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