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Random Poem:

5 year itch, 12 lines long.

Today is a fine day.
to spontaneously combust.
Written with the feathers of 10 thousand pigeons
my story comes together in a vast lack of proportion.
I started in harsh and lived with the lazy
Now, I wish to end with the depth of oceans.
I hope a simple list with little provocation
will induce my standards and perhaps my desire:
I knew the delusion of childhood lust,
the hot faced blunders that haunted me
for what seemed to be an eternity,
though now I find those weeks
pass by as mere hours.
I was the son of an angel and a whore,
my mother told me as she inhaled
powdered euphoria,
white as snow, interrupting herself
with sighs of nostalgia.
I understood the wrath of an icy queen in heat.
My love could never warm her,
though I did find my lips,
moist with cold sweat,
painfully stuck to hers.
I fell in love with girl that had no soul,
though she was an excellent actress.
Her body made the motions,
and those delicate smiles formed,
but on a mask she never removed.
I fell in love with my savior,
though he wasn't a holy man.
In retrospect, I notice
he only held his hand out
and I took it by accident.
I knew the fists of an angry god,
for I am punished for my father's sins
in the form of demons
that want me miserable,
confused, unhappy, so badly.
I was always in love with myself as a woman,
as I've never been blessed
with the delicate procedures
and savory understandings
that a woman is supposed to have.
We will sail away
on invisible text,
size 8 font,
over a white background,
and pray never to be highlighted.

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