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Body This is what is presented, offered, gained Possession of this flesh is the torment guaranteed Fleeting advantages like a flash in the pan Like a baked potato in hell, but with plenty-of-something-you-like Garnishes are taken from the soul It is stained by the loss of what it cannot remember All so a body would become its new name And everybody else its new master Looking for that one special garnish... that can set you free You call it "love", that's the lie self-told so casually When what you want is someone to make you like it here With less pain, because being set free from here is painful When you release love itself, you are free The next second after this is forever Love is not that answer, it is the question in the hotseat Love should be put under a microscope, given the 5th degree
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
What Love Has to Do with Anything
Body This is what is presented, offered, gained Possession of this flesh is the torment guaranteed Fleeting advantages like a flash in the pan Like a baked potato in hell, but with plenty-of-something-you-like Garnishes are taken from the soul It is stained by the loss of what it cannot remember All so a body would become its new name And everybody else its new master Looking for that one special garnish... that can set you free You call it "love", that's the lie self-told so casually When what you want is someone to make you like it here With less pain, because being set free from here is painful When you release love itself, you are free The next second after this is forever Love is not that answer, it is the question in the hotseat Love should be put under a microscope, given the 5th degree
WenAoLong
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
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