Djjapp777
Bluelighter
What to write when you are bored...
the heart, the throat, no longer whored.
Writing of this rarely cycled world I see...
A world without rain becomes the world without me,
because the life is gone, dreariness absent.
The heart unused, quickly grows rancid..
I somewhat long for more emotional woes,
for these woes give life to the organ rose.
Thinking of the past I smile grimly...
No woes leaves just a stem, plain and flimsy.
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"On your planet, 1+1=2; On our planet, 1+1=1." - Ceiba
the heart, the throat, no longer whored.
Writing of this rarely cycled world I see...
A world without rain becomes the world without me,
because the life is gone, dreariness absent.
The heart unused, quickly grows rancid..
I somewhat long for more emotional woes,
for these woes give life to the organ rose.
Thinking of the past I smile grimly...
No woes leaves just a stem, plain and flimsy.
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"On your planet, 1+1=2; On our planet, 1+1=1." - Ceiba
