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I love the sanctuary I love the truth, The undone I love the beauty The challenge The infinity I love the oppositivity I love the opportunity I love the affinity The herasy= I love the everything In the ever-so-saddened-burning flavor Of the sixth sensed The fever of melancholy peter rabbit satinberry The bashful winds of cowering cries The neverness of art The missions, the fashions The lipstick scars of leftovers The virginity of youth Of silver silence Of quiet sight So ever bright So gone The needlessness of humanity The burdensome emptiness of blandkind The hollow singularity of essence Of the torn tapestry As mindfunction enters a stance of hands

Of creaking bones Melting to a short-circuited trance of dead air Of unfinished tales Of maybe’s Of broken ties Of stolen flavor Of sugared advice Of three blind mice Following nothing But an uncategorized array of fortune So dead So gone So sickened truth biting the nails Of promises to their doorstep To their leather boots She sits To stare As her wooden face twists Boils And she starts to cry Cry for trying  Cry for her sing-sentenced picket fence We climb in the Garden of Poor Bug Crossing flowers  Connected by cobweb We fight to keep our cravings We hover over the baby carriage Now we’re singing to empty chairs Chairs who start to listen to us Empty chairs to whom we say Our souls so sweet Our writings ever-so-devouring Poetry-empowering Carosouls of new-age reflexes I’ve lost my velvet jacket I’m crying in the watering can My reflection in the doorknob fades away Ever-so-bold Ever-so-frightening