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Infinite Instance

the sink runs mud, a clarity I won't understate.
the splatering, sputtering on the porcelain, sloshing, guttural pain.
on canvas the paint is truth, on the wall it is deceit.

the bed is a springboard for great ideas.
romances that die, 8 hour shifts of bottled eternity.
I am haunted by this sentiment daily.

on the windy beach, the ears and hair, a flapping flag.
the moon like Juliet's eyes,
over the grand ocean of unknown language.

i will reach over and i will grab the gun.
i will go out with a bang while Eve is away.
and sunrise sets still forever
Written by ORPHEUS
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