My poem of abstract-ness

tear-streaked hopes flew by latex realites
causing a mental catastrophe
brown, green, blue, and red
all hoping it wound up dead
cringed in wonder as joy reared it's ugly face
and clawed out all their eyes
and much to love's surprise
death drank poison and killed his accomplice
and we all ate from the corpse of malice
tears took root like seeds in the center of my love's head
what sprouted was too beautiful for blood
so it slit it's wrists at the feet of love
and there was much rejoicing

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