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jamesias to land on swamps where a pirate is contagious; so revived such
Sundays where church isn’t unsafe; so much delusion such terrific imposed while
Agony wasn’t participating. those sights we veil those illusions we bleed where
I met Love at a sad moment; it churned by curtains where it felt like regret
while Love ran cloth in palms. (too remarkable too much to tame where a man is
at his limits; so bothered or controlled at guts such tragic climatic(s). the
candle heats the room the incense induces smog while wombs were once so
sacred.) such craft in brains so sensual where bodies were never so addictive—the
favors of the tragedy or happiness disguising tortured rains while so close it
hurts to sleep. pavement is witness,
limbs are intoxicating, the dead man finds exhilaration—such crucified anguish
such sacrificed honesty where touching reframes his spirit. so lost or running
so found or debating while such a terrific falling—those intestines those walls
while such to chimes unlit—the panic of the manic so near those roads while
most are hesitant by acceptance. we
run our sympathies we unvet our remedies while so much is left unspoken; such
listening tactics or looking at vice where it’s never complete; as honey is
silken flesh or bodies are combinations while moisture might implode his
anxiety. to exhaust our majesty or refilm our entrance while I have learned to
explore our miseries.
