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Praise the Lord Jesus Christ
I've found you my true love in life
And she's beautiful and gorgeous
**** and fine
And she's truly mine
And she tastes better than Italian wine
Loving and caring
Right down to the core
Filling my heart with her
Happiness and more
A special lady in life
And I'll hold her tight and
And tell her how much
I love her every day in life.
True Love ❣️❣️❣️
there's a snake called Greed
with unending need
always wants to feed

trapped in bindweed
will never accede
or others heed

'give me more' it cries,
'give me the skies'
while the world dies

it self-consumes
builds its tomb
an empty vacuum

in wake of theft
black hole is left
leaving others bereft

of those who shine
while others dine
on meat and wine
warm sun  
burning my lips, cheeks, shoulders, *******,
skin
i opened my eyes and saw how we lost one of our lives -
all that remained was thirst until  our lips cracked,  and
we snacked the lives that remained unstolen.
I hate her.
And her.
And her too.

Any of them.
All of them.

Because they hurt you.
Because they left you.
Because they didn't have any idea
what they had
when they had you.

But mostly because
you felt for them
what you don't for me.
**** your self by giving
of yourself, that's living,
seek enjoyment and take
of others, 'n wither 'n flake

so goes the ancient wisdom
that has not aged with time
its part of ancient system
no sugar-coated rhyme

seek to give
and not receive
you will live
and will not grieve

but if in receipt
of constant eat
that breathing breath
is living death

he who lives it knows it
it aint so quaint to hear,
but if you're one who chose it
you'll know its truth is clear
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge:
#receipt
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Wait
Check
Look;

When did relationships
Get defined
By a read receipt?
Will we
Now
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?

What do we have left,
Why can’t we
Go back
To laughter
In a diner seat
I am the howling wind
I am the cold mist kissing your skin
I am leaves and branches dancing
I am swollen waves and sideways rain
I am black sky
I am the storm.

— The End —