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What are these fuckeries 
that float before me?
visions of future
things and places.
why are you there;
and why the fuck
do I mind?

All we'll ever have together is a
'a fucked up' thing
A love unmatched
yet unconsumated.
its fucked up.

dragged together by
twisted fucker fates
we were thrown
into fucking never
not alone, not together.
negated and unsated.
its fucked.

You came into my void
and left it as unfilled as
before we met,
and the future set
is different than
the one I have dreamt.
it's fucked

Yet in this
strangeness of a
forver fucked up thing
there is a twisted
sense of right
that you and I were
brought together more
than just to fuck

I wait patiently
for that day to come
when that fucked up future dies
and my dream comes to
pass. I will be the
one waiting clear of lies
till then honestly;

I am so fucked up
I am happy just to have
fucked up forever with you...