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To write and to live
You’re characters in my eyes
You’re lonesome ready to be manipulated lullabies
You’re what makes the day drift
You’re a scenic arse-crack speared sparingly amongst a beach of dust
You’re the pitch black snake in the room
You’re the essence of regret, the stale stench of a black hole
You’re a captured in a jar abyss
You’re the love in the sailboat
You’re the falling meteor that never hits the snow
You’re the phantasmagoric under siege
You’re the vagrant found underneath a multicoloured moon
You’re the undiscovered mountain in a desert across galaxies
You’re necrotic, neurotic and besotted with after dinner angels
You’re cursed instruments that reflect voodoo holographs
You’re wankered, passive and resting on top of needles
You’re the mind ensconced in the world when looked at from above
You’re a rocket to the innards of fleshy lightning
You’re what I see when I am bored
a rhapsodic timeless beat
for only myself to pluck!
