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Random Poem:

5 year itch, 12 lines long.
Aziel

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