Sentimental preoccupation.
Tribal unity - conversation.
Keys on a platter and similar things that seldom matter.
Flip flopped and tied to an anchor -
perimeters set, the games begin.
Browned and buttered. Useless words uttered.
I'm thinking of you
and I'm breaking in two.
I stare at the colors.
A gift, an empty man.
My edge has corroded.
My mind's been decoded.
The myth: exploded.
I'm still waiting for that sign -
a revelation, stadium size.
A clue from heaven. A satanic guide.
Rip me apart.
I want a new start.
A god with a heart.
SEX DEATH ART.
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