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I'd rather fucking dance upon fiery ash than lie before you, helpless and willing. Need paves the way to control, control to loyalty undeserved. Fuck that and fuck this too. Fucking exist as a decrepit nothing rather than a fucking, `apt` possession.

Time....tongue, erotic then some; clash or lash or slash or thrash cracks its burn through ya. Entertain, perhaps as a greater trial with a lesser meaning; your smile is self- defeating. If you'll breathe life, might as well sing, for echoes are but omitted, overlooked noise. So why come at you, why try to create any type of stimulation in your petty, forgetting mind?

Rough, yet steady slow...smooth, forever ready. So many light flashes, weak glances, timed smiles, versed desperation. Efforts slashed by distance or exhaustion. An unfinished symphony... forever ready.

I'll title this poem, I'll title this life, But what's it matter in this chilling night. Days and dreams sailing alone sailing in sweet sunbeams and soft company. Nowhere to go, no need to hide, life's a charade empty alive. Reaching for stars preaching for purpose what can you make of this facade? Seasons change breeders breed breeders bleed the world uncaringly whirls again. Then. I'll two-tap with these demons, toe-to-toe tic-tac and a little show. Have what I'll give, yearn what I won't s...

It takes some confidence, follow- through to breed poetry. Can't stumble your way through life, words. I'm laying in our bed without you baby. Sometimes, you have to know everything, so you can hold a candle for them to extinguish, follow. Sending off our prayers without you baby. You have to feel the beauty in all things, instances, and splash it like paint onto your canvas, heart. Pressing our goodnight lips to ice without you baby. You have to maintain a calm, withdrawn composure to serve ...