I want to live
and
I want to die.

I want to scream
and
I want to cry.

I want to bleed
and
I want to heal.

I want to be numb
and
I want to feel.

fresh threshed of habit
pragmatic in a gasp
cast black magic
trashed
to the last
time waking up

far flung
thrown
but there is no away

the grain
planted to be these moments
stays Earthed
even after greening

in teeming
hill after hill of
step measured progression
these green beings
long before we set out
had daily met the sun
with praise

let us do the same

"

I gave you my heart and never missed a beat

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I don’t care who will read,
cause I don’t know what to write
I only know I bleed,
it flows in black on white