Amid all the dense weight ,
The negotiable notions of self redemption,
Amid the forgotten details
of a heavy damp fair map
lies the unspeakable thoughts and infatuations.
god loves sinners and imperfectionists
who spark the night with their endless yearnings.
god loves girls who wear black eye liner and fish nets
in a concert lamenting some morbid sides.
The soul’s intensity veiled with humanness
is trying to find a way out.
What is it about souls impersonating souls ?
The idealistic and insightful vitamins
found in a spinal cord are moving
where nothing can be found.
White matter turns into soft anarchy
feeding over a splendid voice and
some Vanilla scented darkness.
It’s dark, damp and resplendent
like a pink necropolis ditching floating bodies.
Daring dashes and darling dusks
daydreaming dainty and delicacies
and downwards the map, hedonism is found.
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