all sucked back to the centre where the fools play a game of theatre damning the rays of light into cells of mortal sight, solar winds all around my heart where the loves and hates there impart a secret that wounds the shade with a truth that can never be made, lost in the touch (the reflection) eyes suck in so much (the detection) lost in the touch (the rejection), savour the skins sensitivity as we reach the horizen of creativity squirming orgasmic lover of pleasure could you never find yourself another?, the warm tides of the insides, the rush of passion that decides to take it as it was taking as the modern animal does, lost in the touch (the invention) the fears that crutch (the prevention) lost in the touch (the radiation), heal and damage, damage and heal they will try to teach you how to feel give you ninety levels of pain make all pleasures some dream to feign, moon sponge into cactus lunge the thirsty ones have taken a plunge into that waterfull abyss of question with a silt bottom of answer and damnation.
Reason for writing:
laying in the sun all day cooked my brain, thus the poetry flows
like aloe jelly...
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