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| mediocre dreams and mistreated hearts what you see as old, beneath beats a tender heart what I see as hard, is a child with an organ cruelly mistreated not that I seek death in totality when I cannot resolve these fears I either need become that hero for you or die with this unwrapped gift I hide. but, come to think of it, this is no place to start that summit in apathetic reclusion. this is the hole in the center of the universe, a kind of purgatory where people like us go while standing far apart to delude or punish ourselves for not trying. commune among monsters that can't taste our flesh, sate immortality because in a thousand years, it won't mean a thing we die on our own crosses with none to witness know like I, nothing to fear to mend your heart and when that's fixed, get mine undone? so, yeah. maybe, this doesn't really apply, just an ongoing dream of mediocrity I'm in bed with. -dad 8.14.20 |
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