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Love is an amazing thing
I feel if i don’t get addicted to you or anything
I
Won’t
Reach
Immunity
-A.H.-
a foe's
fear fraught
that quilted
alight when
jay shed
her feather
here then
darkened delight
this may
tore where
a patch
was the
crocus but
wilted this
spring with
hallelujah she
direly met
A Patchwork Dream
there are flaws in our systems,
perpetual moving parts that do not yield the same results,
there are flaws in all of us
we are jumbled messes created out of flesh and blood.
from heartache to pain,
the only constant is the flaws we face
that is what comprises our identity.
It's a red prison
Absolute security

With insecure inmates
Inanimate in purity

For
My body doesn't move
It's the shape of its destiny
My feet follow gravity:
Insanity, sanity

It's a dead heaven
Today it's the left foot

The right one is atrophied
Naturally, naturally

A querulous thing
Adjusted recovery
Because justice is bound
To the laws of locality

Not all sentences are life-long
I wait through slow waves of depression
They're wrong
It's just heaven's oppression
They're wrong
It's a song about endless invention
And unity's horn
Sang a wonderful lesson

To a red prison.
The walls,
which dare to protrude

Automatic and rude
With swift pulchritude.

Trippy, indignant
Complacent and soothed

Spoiled and spoiled
Forever confused.

But clarity came and at Once I was moved
I was there as a moment
And all things ensued.

All my love for that angel
Who changes her hair
And I'm lost in it, spinning
Forever ensnared

I'll be gone for the turn of
A sweet smelling lock.

She sings out of my range
She sings from so far away
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