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All I do is make disasters

Everything that endlessly entangles my mind.

All things.

The soothing voice of victory divine.

These words of love, hate, and indifference...

Interfering.

Intertwined.

The twisted kind.

The only love i can find.

None.

Neither.

Either way, nothing matters.

All i do is make disasters.

 

Redefining refined.

Silent semesters of sarcasm.

Mental spasms.

Pure poetry flowing thru me.

Freely.

I'll never regret it...

The feeling...

When you're giving like there's nothing else to live for.

A lust for love and life...

A life of love and lust.

 

This place where love is born...

And hearts are never torn by human hands.

Only human minds.

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Written by
matt-jursin
37 / M / American
Published
Dec 7, 2009
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