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Remains
See how our bodies
gyrate through the night
never tiring as they seek
release from tortured longings.
The shiny bodies are
beautiful and worthy
of our lusts, but even
our kindest childhood
smiles are reduced to ash.
Even the whimpered
sighs of our sweetest
unions will one day
be silenced as we
surrender all that we were
to the flames.
gyrate through the night
never tiring as they seek
release from tortured longings.
The shiny bodies are
beautiful and worthy
of our lusts, but even
our kindest childhood
smiles are reduced to ash.
Even the whimpered
sighs of our sweetest
unions will one day
be silenced as we
surrender all that we were
to the flames.
Published 17th Aug 2023
| Edited 5th Sep 2023
Author's Note
Writing to deal with dark thoughts last night.
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17th Aug 2023 2:31pm
This is good. Cling to the dark and avoid the storms that follows. What you dream cannot hurt you near as bad as a flood of words.
17th Aug 2023 7:04pm
Our ashes (should we choose cremation) I look on as simply all that is of us that could die but not all of us in total.
17th Aug 2023 7:42pm
The flames are burning inside us while receiving good fucken pleasure. Keep on writing.
19th Aug 2023 1:52pm
This poem is the very reason we should make the most of all life has to offer, as long as nobody gets hurt.
