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Sometimes I feel as if there is something truly profound about love and hate Both numbing in their exhaustion and best reserved for a proper patron Both humbling in the fallout The generations are numerous in this conviction for folly Other times I feel its merely chemicals reacting in a hungry skull Navigating lonesome anatomy into collisions for the sake of a secondary pulse Still A shortcut in my quiet moments... When I discard my bulwark and realize I only thrive in seclusion Is it lethargy or lunacy when I reject connection? A tick of panic in my crowded moments... When shoulders mingle in spaces fully saturated with gizmos and vain distraction How potent is creation? F*ck away the time and we may call it heaven ****** into chaos and we weave new homes for hurting The scenes we preconceive are never as fantastic as the actual trajectory When we come faceless and wanting we may find time to ponder a perfect rotation But once the whirlpool winks we can barely grasp the remnants of imaginary
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
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Sometimes I feel as if there is something truly profound about love and hate Both numbing in their exhaustion and best reserved for a proper patron Both humbling in the fallout The generations are numerous in this conviction for folly Other times I feel its merely chemicals reacting in a hungry skull Navigating lonesome anatomy into collisions for the sake of a secondary pulse Still A shortcut in my quiet moments... When I discard my bulwark and realize I only thrive in seclusion Is it lethargy or lunacy when I reject connection? A tick of panic in my crowded moments... When shoulders mingle in spaces fully saturated with gizmos and vain distraction How potent is creation? F*ck away the time and we may call it heaven ****** into chaos and we weave new homes for hurting The scenes we preconceive are never as fantastic as the actual trajectory When we come faceless and wanting we may find time to ponder a perfect rotation But once the whirlpool winks we can barely grasp the remnants of imaginary
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
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