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You won't even
Remember I died
Twenty years later,
So who cares if
You find out now,
I didn't make it.
No funeral
Pauper's grave
Ain't no one gonna
Cry over my
Death.

I'll be one of those
Black stains
You need to call specialists
To clean.

I'll be ugly.

Unremembered.

Unknown
And
Apathetic.

Dead,
An abomination.
Emotions buried deep
within the heart,
like molten magma.

When the heart
can’t hold anymore,
it erupts β€”
like a volcano.

Poetry starts flowing,
unstoppable,
like rivers of lava.
Off to the zoo,
to watch the otters and to cleanse my soul,
the world has churned me,
flattened and burned me
to be quite honest, it’s left a hole,
a couple of hours with whiskery faces
might put a smile in all the right places
Love
What is it ?!
Who should know ?!
Per-happenings, the Creator of it the universe
As He is universal, so is His affection love
As we know five love languages, He knows all
We need not know the why
The how is the wisdom
If we let love dominate our dominion,
We need not imagine heaven
Does it have to have limitations ?!
Its not easy as far as i know to elastate (elasticise/elasticicate) for,
I dont know of how much toll order it being,  i just want its menu
Seems an optical illusion,  seeing that we cannot measure nor weight
Love touches us, but cannot hold on to
We all want to experience it, but are afraid of the experience it brings
Being told that feelings are distorted electrolytes of the senses
Guess thats why they say its blind, or is it blinding
As we lose our common sense to see things clearly , nor with clear thoughts
Yet still compels us to act
And so can actions of love be right or wrong ?! Or is it the result that matters
Love births artists,  
itself being none, seeing that it has no drawing board (not counting its canvas)
And so should it nor can it be questionable?!
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