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Exiled to searching for me in others And I for you in her. As yet nameless but soon a face will inhabit the void Left in your wake. I will preach contentment Even joy But I will be conscious of my lie Aware of the rot. For a blind man blessed with a week of colour Fools no one When he claims to prefer the dark. He merely tricks himself into thinking That he prefers the safety of indifference. But the vibrance, The perfect impurities of life Will hook him like an ****** as they now hook me. A quick fix can never remedy this Physicality With no minds married Will always fall short And end as quickly as it began. Although this sounds plaintive It is merely provident As affairs of the heart Require prudence; an anesthetic Against future pain.
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 9:29 AM UTC
Paradoxical you
Exiled to searching for me in others And I for you in her. As yet nameless but soon a face will inhabit the void Left in your wake. I will preach contentment Even joy But I will be conscious of my lie Aware of the rot. For a blind man blessed with a week of colour Fools no one When he claims to prefer the dark. He merely tricks himself into thinking That he prefers the safety of indifference. But the vibrance, The perfect impurities of life Will hook him like an ****** as they now hook me. A quick fix can never remedy this Physicality With no minds married Will always fall short And end as quickly as it began. Although this sounds plaintive It is merely provident As affairs of the heart Require prudence; an anesthetic Against future pain.
A little bit of literary catharsis
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 9:29 AM UTC
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