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Posted by
on Monday, January 24 @ 21:24:24 UTC
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: Soul Mates (rewrite)
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on Monday, January 24 @ 21:24:24 UTC
Orobourus writes:: " I dont know exactly what compelled me to edit this thing, i suppose I always meant to do so. I took from Creature Creating for about five or six of the lines. I tweaked a lot of this. give me honest feedback....i know thats a bit much to ask of you, but my confidence is stuck in its utopian time frame at the moment. when i get no replies....it shall go away, dont you fear...
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An incredulous wound,
With, crystallized blood
To transcend it
In Breaths of frigid heat.
Only to descend in the agony of defeat,
The double helix throbs,
Ramifying into shards,
Our supposition,
Consumes…
Our most languid extensions.
.
Now our bodies are rejecting,
Sensuality that becomes,
Mere mire on a captive’s floor.
A rampaging virus ,
An incendiary obstruction,
Immunity to destroy it,
A perfect match,
That should have saved it.
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Internally bleeding inside,
And it’s filling up our lungs,
And drowning every sound,
Surrogating it with wretched cries,
And it travels up,
And Into the esophagus,
While allegros halted,
Yet a cacophony of sobs,
Dancing their waltz dance across,
A snake coiled around our throats.
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Expressions constricted and distorted.
In vein the blood spurts out,
It’s pushing through our pours,
There is, nothing, we can do,
It encircles us…
Evaporating, into the vapidity of time,
Two hollow, shells,
We are finally detached
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DNA, to stigmatize this froth,
Has become our ultimate damnation,
Inside our mouths lay out this chessboard,
With enemy and friend.
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For it is our artificial condition,
To gambit with these cheep thrills,
Open your mouth to me,
A hint of our next move,
Will we scrutinize this blood on our hands,
And teach it of its differences?
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