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midnight blues, this favor for woes, as accused of slipping afar; that mystical
brain, to combat minds, as informed presence—aloft a dream, as screamed our
arcs, at love through perils; that cagey fragrance, as inflated pride, to want
that something surfing afar; that jar of crayons, as musical eclipses, to
glance by waves this oily gravel. I know for terror, this rapture of darkness,
while pining for friendship; that goddess scar, as to live affections, that
husband, that child; as, nevertheless, at tears by seduction, while unraveled
that need to feel ecstasy. We can’t but perish, fleeing rivers, by bats to
chandeliers; as craving sanity, this vex of turmoil, affected, vomiting
existence: that plural cavity; those welkin whips; that slavery slash—if but to
perish, at love for weeks, to chance that feeling of guilt—as deep regret, to
flee for coverage, that awning waning; as, moreover, a feeling, accorded by
something bleeding, at tears our supernatural figs; that place in hearts, to
feel this presence, at wonders for such scoundrels: that peace he cried; that
voice she died; our pleasures by hovering discontentment; but to love, as
fevered that want, to have by chance that partial font; while never exclusive,
as never to fires, while to feel that second our arms; this space of dying, if
but an adventure, as realizing life isn’t simple; while, notwithstanding,
insomuch, as love, we carry this torch as displayed a fantasy: if but to have
life, that minute as satiated, to dismiss Love to Love. It comes with hatred,
as afloat a crevice, wanting for arts that rosy flower; while tired of
thinking, to dig this grave, to feel by texture our fading flame: that lovely
disaster; that beautiful catastrophe; our children reliving our
indiscretions—where heaven was sought, as heaven was caught, to floor by justice
our transgressions; but these are humans, too selfish to relent, while
incurring a portal of travesties; to have that trust, for one that went astray,
to want for love as feeling secure: by tragic affairs, to have that womb, at
tensions to feel a disconnection; insofar, as ideals, while more to abuse, as
infused by wretched attraction; to hate by love, while to love by hate, as
affixed to disbelieving anything that sounds for infinity; that fire sung, that
Tao hung, our terrors by shades so alluring; insomuch, as vexation, to have
said so much, while some women are cultured for wifehood: that deep disdain, as
privileged magnificence, one carrying that territory of emotions; as calm a
river, to sense in others, this spell that dissipates with elation; but cry his
heart, as to stipple his shadow, while others are willing to participate: that
vicious tyrant; that trenchant colleague; our spouse’s friend: if but to
perish, while deeply ecstatic, where morale becomes iffy. [(I stare at stars,
accustomed to this feeling, at wonders to address those wants; as terrified to
ask, for it seems askew, to need attraction for that penchant for others; as
deep delusion, this admitted curse, while at treasures to convey this wistful
tone; as fettled dreams, becoming vapid screams, that dungeon, that face, that
graffiti—in much a feeling, as to have said nothing, while never our curses to
mingle by kisses—as more a myth, this omen we’ve created, while never by
communion; or more to volts, or more to presence, as a form of sheer
hatred—that natural occurrence, as tainted his eyes, by planks reaching for
eternity; whereas, simplicity, to take at worth, that value extending its
beauty; to feel disaster, as acclaimed that love, while one disputes with inner
senses: that convicted heart, as never she would, or more that want becoming
inverted—as instrumental, that participation, to ache his soul as long as he
resists; that terrible delusion, as never for telescopes, while too spiritual
for kaleidoscopes—or more to nothing, this abstract address, while never a
thought was stitched)]…indeed, his mind; indeed, his feelings; indeed, that
shift as terrorizing those blank hours…as mother to breath, pulling for
cranking his failures, while it was never so natural to love….
