time does not heal,
and love does not conquer all
though many of you would feel
cozy and comforted by such knotted notions
time’s honored contract with chemistry
gives us but rust, and dust
words roll off our tongues
into the air, for unsuspecting ears
perhaps to allay our deepest fears
that we end as ***** of dung
effluvia from noble maggots
the last gasped gasses
from creatures without
the fear of failure
or the ken of death
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
time does not heal,
and love does not conquer all
though many of you would feel
cozy and comforted by such knotted notions
time’s honored contract with chemistry
gives us but rust, and dust
words roll off our tongues
into the air, for unsuspecting ears
perhaps to allay our deepest fears
that we end as ***** of dung
effluvia from noble maggots
the last gasped gasses
from creatures without
the fear of failure
or the ken of death
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