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A Cataclysm Of Sorts
it's about atoms and evenings
figurines and fig leaves
about gardening and hardenings
or just maybe
could it be about
freedom and constrictions
threesomes and betrayed convictions?
questions seek lessons
...so...
why do the Lord horde so many secrets?
why do we {She and He} secrete sub-consciously?
salaciously
where the dark meets the darkness
I AM
She IS a forevermore
We are
movement destined yeah?
we like fucking
while plucking e-motional strings
seeking imperfections and purity simultaneously
within a paradox of cunts and cocks
and a whole bunch of
what nots
why not? says the human condition
it's still just a journey
no matter how it was ever worded
in the beginning
Published 10th Mar 2021
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