Once again, another friendYou were seen as a sprig, rising through winter's last kiss I saw the good you might have birthed, that you might break a curse.Once again, another friend
And so I thought your bloom would come, bathed with rain and sun The amber fruit you'd bear, the radiance you'd share You would let us hold, a truth for eternity in bloom To fill the cresent moon.
Your beaming future was squandered, Though sleepless nights I pondered How you mistook truth for vanity. From your tongue these things rolled, Like an actor playing young and old I was wrong. Thought you might see, But you could never follow me.
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Vaginauseless writingI am the aching heart, the waning fire of youthful eyesuseless writing
I am the keeper of time, my pulse a metronome - I was born to die, for my bones to pave the future
I only ever loved what I could never have. Things wither and die within my grasp I wait between life and death, I feed on hollowed and impossible dreams
I am the detached center of all things, most alone among others I have strewn together rotten flesh to make my ill-fitting face - as I was born without one
I am insubstantial - There is not a thing I can touch nor feel - No contour I can grasp nor utterance that can move
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"Well of course there are gremlins in Tetris and Dr. Mario! Who ELSE makes those bloody blocks speed up like that?! Certainly not Santa Claus."
(Suppose I should link to myself too... [link] )
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