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But what any flower that grows
Can spread apart
Like the leaves on a tree
Out there lies a lady
She's the burning fire to the matchbox
She's more than what she seems
Hands gracefully grasping, holding
Onto the misty air that swallows her
Eyes like tiny beads
My mind fills with textiles
Patterns
Symbols
Looking for an excuse to speak
I open my lips but nothing escapes
Nothing but a sigh
Make pity of what's not yours
No
That's not just
Be limitless
search for a new land
Though we experience trips
From bad memories
We are still haunted
We lead toward sadism
Pulling in a victim so foolishly
Masochism.
The animal is unleashed
Fuck the world
Some say
But what for?
We are granted everything we could ever hope for
There's no wrong way
There's no right way
There's only faith
Most of us deny this
But as long as we live
Faith will guide us