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Intensity



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Another night stretches/
Out and Im desperate/
To find severance/
A slight guess is/
Time treasures/
These nice lessons/
She teaches me/
Facetiously/
With my bretheren/
A quiet veteran/
Of a side left with/
Trite bending/
Rules and bright desks with/
Eyes empty/
And glazed over/
For days glowing/
In an array forming/
With a sliced septum/
A cry echoes/
Through a dry desert/
And I let her/
Mind sever/
A tied lever/
That falls as we dine together/
And a slight bender/
Would be denied ether/
The crimes gender/
Wouldn't matter as a dime beckons/
For me to turn on it/
A blur follows/
Me as I work chronic/
I deserve honest/
Hurt problems/
That emerge toxic/
I've learned all this/
As a disturbed novice/
I won't urge autumn/
Fall first on it/
Cause the word vomit/
Means nothing when Im hurt knocking/
On your drama/
In an absurd auction/
And the worst part is/
You've landed in her pocket/
A burnt locket/
In a purse rocking/
Back and forth over an adjourned watchmen/
I heard pollen/
Had infiltrated/
A withered hatred/
That still remained in/
My heart and lifted payment/
I'm still enslaved in/
Those memories that misbehave when/
The whiskeys draining/
And simply waiting/
For a listless craving/
To drift away and/
Kiss me greatly/
Christened angry/
And inching daily/
Towards a wheel restraining/
My diminished ailing/
Differing statements/
Clip these pages/
The wrinkled paper/
Is slipping safely/
Underneath the rippling paydirt/
You hear me hater/
I'm unveiling nature/
And killing traitors/
Operating under a veneer of friendship/
A clear remembrance/
Of austere inflection/
A mirror reflects this/
Parasite/
Carried by/
A bleary sentry/
Do you hear me flexing/
While the jeers and jests seem/
To bury any/
Queries sending/
Me to a cheerful ending/
This your destiny/
Left to bleed/
Next to me/
Treasuring/
The times I mentioned these/
Reveries/
As obscenity/
Laced feathery/
Admissions towards enemies/
So set your wings/
To fly for heavenly/
Things cause yall are Icarus/
And Im killing this/
Like the Sun definitely/
Energy/
Off the scale incredibly/
Sent to be/
A legend/
Assembled/
From intensity/

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