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In the midst of thy
dimwitted beauty
o ' earthened
-thoroughfare
how seriously, I am
at a scrutiny, if what
I want a soul mate thou
is in ameliorate - fashion,
soulest heart's desires mate,
He's my ideal fit to live without
and that’s what I stand in need of,
My true soul mate is my mirror,
the one that shows everything
that is holding me back-
the one who brings me
to my own tender
LOVING care!
So can I invert lifestyles?
into his lest do whatever
it takes- let thee blessing
corset be what I say or do.
There are hundreds of
ways to kneel and
kiss the ground.
Through my cling
for him, I want to
express my
sweet embrace for the
whole cosmos,
the whole of
humanity,
and all beings
to caress.
By  existing for him,
I want to dig up
For him more,
wholeheartedly.
Just I come
next to him
into loving him,
The way thou art love myself
I will be able to woo everyone
and all sorts o' order, disarray
Aside from unfit for the world
And of the world
[And I am beaming joy..
Yea glad with all my heart
That thus so blithesome
I myself can I be freely ache free]
A real understanding o' amity
What I really starve to do
is what I really aspire to affect to .
Whence doing well
what's purposely longed swell.
Whilst called for,
HOPE aught not get the worst of
Hard times
Nothing but good times
therefore,
Whether economics
meets waterloo breaks through;
comes to us,
Abundant mammoth o' thine mercy
open for us,
I feel functional,
and molded
deemed,
in the manner to be fond
of each other.
Discern to versed what I ache for
and if I dare to dream
of joining our heart’s pining
God's entwined love - waiting!
Because, all this time,
I've hankered to love you and you alone!
Bec Aug 2019
You didn’t even bring your bible
All you’re capable of is watching cable
They feed you lies
Eat your burgers
Order your fries
Don't know you’re a cannibal?
A base-less, soulest animal
What more do you want to know?
I’ll show you
How far the rabbit hole goes
Just look at your label
I wear mine
Your is designer
Mine is my design
You never paid the price
Of the words on your jealous noses
You took the name
I chewed it up
I spit it out
In the face of every nameless, faceless stranger I pass by
You sip your coffee
I type promises of love
I taught myself the meaning of the word
I spent all my free-time reading the dictionary of your heart

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