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The square
forgets how to right angle
and then becomes a circle
the center falls out
of the circle
and then it becomes a
donut
Homer Simpson
takes a bite
and
it
becomes
a poor
crescent
hmmm crescents
with jam and butter

a little dust
formed
into mud
from mud solidified
into rock
from
rock to
solid sphere
from a sphere
to
a star
from a star
to
blue
yellow
and
red
burning suns
from suns
formed a hole
from the
hole
formed a few specks
of mere dust
and
far
on the other side
leaked
some
just a little dust
formed
forevermore
to start
all over again

I need a drink now
I'm too tired of studying
Finals will **** me

Limp and still, there is no sign or signal
The whole world has ceased to exist
There is no such thing as time or work or worry because her life has become lifeless

Dark, thin figures
floating in the sky
eating away every bite of happiness
no enough time to let out a cry
letting the darkness close in
until you're hollow
they are free
with no one to follow
I am emotionless, I will consume you
I dance on the grounds of Azkaban
no eye sockets, a hollow mouth and scabbed grey skin
Allow me, to come closer
and give you a kiss
My very existence seems to displease you
you alter the air with negativity
I shall fight you back
But I have no limbs!
I hover above the ground
I will through you in an ocean
so deep
that you cannot swim
I won't let your negativity blind me
Quit boasting your inane abilities
Let me summon my Patronus
and I will rise with chivalry
E X P E C T O  P A T R O N U M!
Watch my Dragon drive you away
You filth of an amortal creature
Now I shall eat some chocolate to cleanse the stain