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that time of year
when everything rots
in festive colors

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*can we just
find true love,
or is it
constructed?

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I moisturize the dirt
and start the seed
on it's journey to greatness

then when it's ready
I will transplant it
into a bigger ***

months go by
until days get shorter
and the ground starts to frost

just before that, I take it up by the roots
and hang it to dry
for 7-8 days

then I put some of it in my pipe
strike a flame to it
and burn it to ash

Nature is the solver
To her own equation
When imbalance rises
Her mighty offspring
Will smite it to all ends
As apocalypse incarnate

In the sea of creatures known to Man
The deepest ground of the abyss
There slumbers one unknown to Man
The blue whale is merely his hand
Sails of death cut through the water
His body radiates a nuclear terror

On the blue horizon he rises
As a mountain moving through sea
Standing in majesty greater than kings
The clouds are his crown and subjects dust
His steps tremble the earth and turn cities rubble
The roar of Godzilla is the horn for the end of Man

...

and
I'm
still doing
the same 'ol
stupid teenager ****

.

Before I met you
I thought love was just a lie
and forever was an impossibility

but then I could visualize it

holidays,
vacations
and lazy afternoons

with you at my side

and when I looked at us
I seen something that was unstoppable
like a force of nature

two minds,
two bodies
but the will of a single entity

we could solve the world's problems

but I can't trust you
for the same reason
that you can't trust me

everybody has needs

when I see your lips
I have to think of all the other
lips they've kissed

and I don't share

all the grimy sets of hands
that have explored your regions
and desecrated your sacred ground

on my ******* time

and every single inch
of love you allowed
to enter you

and i'm disgusted

but not because you have given me
any reason to suspect, but because
I know what people are capable of

**I've seen it from both sides