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Don’t strive to revive what you already know;
Feel the flow, take it slow, don’t go for overload.
Doubts and curses, let them go, your mind is not your foe;
Take the bullet, hold that pain and let them come as they go.

Don’t get wrecked for the effect of the consequence,
waste your words and your rhymes for those who comprehend.
Be as humble as the mind state of a broken man,
be as quiet as the waves of such who understand.
I hate yellow,
but I love sunflowers.

Sunflowers are yellow.
You illuminate my storms with your existence,
you bring chaotic rhythm into my mists.
Your words peck my skin in the language of denial,
like strangling a carnal urge you couldn't resist.

And I so desperately crave to devour you,
your demented aura and the ecstasy it emits.
And I so desperately crave to hold you under my waters,
drown in infatuation with every next kiss.

The minty scent of your presence
lovingly haunts me whatever my way,
like the vision of a rich strawberry field,
like the mourning on the last summer's day.

You behold the key to my passionate layers,
you keep my soul in a jar on your shelf.
You abandon me with a shattered moral compass
and a questionable sense of self.
Find yourself on streets,
without a destination;
cold wind blowing through,
a conversation about creation.

Find yourself in broken places,
filled with smoke and familiar faces.
Build yourself in thoughts of me,
how I sculpted you in what you wanted to be.

Find yourself in an empty house,
after midnight the lights go out.
Lose yourself in the songs we discover,
lose a friend, but find a lover.

Find yourself in the echo of my sighs,
in the taste of my tongue, in the breath of my cries.
Find yourself in the ecstasy of being,
find yourself, but never find a meaning.
Hell on earth is fire in your eyes
and ashes on my fingertips.

Fire is your morbid charm
and fire is how you stay calm
while I evaporate into the surreal bliss you bring out.

Magnetic is your choice of words,
eye contact intense,
not seen, yet heard.

Your worried mind and your deepest stare,
a mind that radiates passion,
a passion that isn't there.

You look at me like you wanna know me,
I look at you because I do.
Throw me out
like a mismatched puzzle piece,
like a speck of dust you dust off your shoulders.

Kick me out
like a bad taste in your mouth,
like a scratch you try to repaint over and over.

Leave me be
like a hunger you shut out,
like a flower that's dying because of the weather.

Leave me to die
like love with an expiration date,
like a smoldering cigarette ****,
like images that won't come together.
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