My existance swarms with decay like that on the fresh apple I picked for you last year in our garden. When you tore the flesh and ate the juice you swallowed a tequila worm then laughed as you ran to the corner to shoot up some momentary happiness with a dirty needle. And high on love, or life, or maybe it was shrooms that time, I went along on your bum trip that I actually enjoyed more than any other vacation that took me to the moon. Because you took me to heaven. And the problem is, the earth is lost and even more seculsion hits when you return from a paradise like the one you swore me to. I rather burst into Niravana then suffer this, but if agony awaits me yet longer I will salt my own wounds and sew my own stitches, even if I may do so a little slower than most.Birth sign: Aquarius
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