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You say you love flowers,
but you cut them.
You say you love animals,
but you eat them.
You say you love me...
so now I'm scared!
Just another cute little something. I found it on the internet and decided to turn it into poetry. ❀️
Quick do you hear it?
Do you hear that ticking sound?
Open up your chest and reach beyond the pound
Can you feel it?
Can you feel that ticking now?
You are running out of time, will you die now?

Tick, Tick, Tick.
Does that change anything now?
Are you still there?
Even after the sound?
Don’t let it stop, you can’t
But it wants to stop,
Will you let it?
Silent temperance
Impedes the movement of change
When communication is mute
And hearts go on wondering
What is the price of comfort -
If love is the sacrifice?
a cherrywood bridge
between winter and summer-
spring blossom
 Apr 1 Jack Turner
kevin
wanted to stare at contest
first awakening
i see you missing there
it costs my glue
thinking this was absolute
and there they wept
hallowed compromise
and our mizerly suspend

hi hate
never lust for me
as i find his lustra's mystics
i don't know if he is safe
but he got somewhere
so i am beyond yours

typical daybead, empty
our of ink, in news
so ****** and decadent is the toaster business
when your out there, being girl, hate me
suffering wretch of concern
becoming uncertain once and pitiful fall again

I'm trying ezra pound
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