drunken possssttt

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expatriated on extant elegies. submersed to distant limits- where are the points that i have made in the earth that matter? what has just materialised as muck? the moon calls with its mist drawing down permeated personalities- these are the ones that stay. receurdo,vuelvo(remember, return). don't let it get down to desperation. just know what you feel is fleeting and that the dark stuff will stay. it may be boring but it won't betray. love it enough don't let it get away. scenes spin around your aching organ, throw a dart and see what's poison. it will be marked with blood red scene, arrogance shines its blood red sheen. the ones who stay in the corner of the mind, know what's right, know who's blind. take care with them keep them on the list, of those of who and not to treat like shit.

i don't rhyme and i apologize if this bothers you. take a while to seek out the gems. there are plenty.

love to my gems, as much as i let them tarnish. i admire them with guilt.