Alex

I go back..

..each night to hang on your lips, press my ear to your chest to feel the pumping and fuzzing of your heart. My mind gets blurred over your presence until I have no resistance nor any wish to escape the inevitable, the only plausible Desaster.

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Rephrase..

..the thought, back and forth it goes, where is the end, where an answer, things go suddenly sideways and you wish for an abyss to open and the thought tragically falling into it. Stay with the dark thoughts, you thought and smiled.

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Smile..

..it’s a sunny day, called Sunday. The reckless squandering of time, as it’s means nothing is worthwhile, just the pure joy of time passing by your distraction, which you chose carefully not to think about Monday.

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There once..

..were greater heads involved in the sinister quest for stories to be told. more than my thought’s fruits can bear, more than emotional despair, from where? When? How it came to be, that we exist and blame that we.

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Dear Sentiment Analyst..

..you know my heart by heart! ❤️ My feelings are an open book to you, written with passion, but recited poorly. Everything that comes out of my neocortex stutters and my mouth mutters the gibberish which my limbs perform, hail the self awareness that matters until we don’t.

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Soulshine..

..polished, waxed, all dressed up, shining like a buttercup. Yellow and bright reflection in light, pigments to suns delight. There are these days, when you feel it.

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Relentless..

..is the thought, spills over and brought pictures from remote, where shine and glory softly Eludes. Covered in a shrine, lies boldly in disguise, truths exactly worn in time. Moments pierced lowly through your mind.

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Gratuitious..

..in awe lies your mind bent and thrawn, yet your spirit survives all the tampering lies, as you have to reveal what is hidden to steal from its concealment in dark, ignite the fire – the spark, to bring back the sight of clairvoyance and light!

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