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Jun 11
what good is the strongest motor
if the boat is sailed into the rocks
thus, what good is our desire
if it motivates us to destruction
humanity, all hedonist and epicurean
every pleasure exists, to man, in a closed palm
as fists **** the butterflies of pleasure
in an attempt to make permanent
what is by nature fleeting
let go
open your hand
admire and enjoy
Chandler Ames
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Chandler Ames  25/M
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