Love,
is the harshest of fantasies.
created by the meanest people,
in order to make us content. in the
horrible lives we live,
on this horrible planet.
surrounded by horrible people
And,
unfortunately for us; life
expectantcy is not
getting any
shorter.

turn your gaze to power
of life and death:
they lie dormant,
seeded potentialities;

a flowers' expectantcy
in each quiescent tongue
and those who love either
will surely sup of their fruit*




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