oh if candy were to drip from my bones
as acid can do in closets
and black holes are the only ones that understand
for kindness is a razor
and apathy is the blood
and my body beats in rythems
with the heat that seeps out the walls
and my mind is on a permanenant vacation
as i sit in this pose
a warriors heart is always open
for its the only way to rationalize the pain
if i sip from this cup of glory
i shall be high on hopes
that have been cultivating
as they often do
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