I am in form a large of heart of small of soul and unknown.

I am an edible flower, but my petals taste like poison. I am death if death came dressed like angels and pink-lipped ladies. I am all the flower seen but not. Sadly, flowers cannot wail or weep.

I ask you now, when flowers die, what does one place on her death bed. Or do flowers not have souls?

I am all the flowers that must find their own water and ground. I am here, by some chance, or Gods sense of humor. But I am here, and the gods will wish they never laughed. I am here.

Watch me bloom despite all else.

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All man are selfish even when they plant flowers. All man are lost even when under the stars. All man are dogs but dogs are more man than man could ever wish to be. All man are made of gods and In their image, and yet all man reflect only one thing: all man are evil.

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The day away went the moon 
And went with him the calmness of the waters
Made, sea, and ocean to break into anxiety 
Made night into a milky darkness 
A darkness of which one makes only by wading 


But the stars, the thirds, rejoiced a much 
As for them, the sky was theirs for the shining 
As for them, at least they could not be
Outshined or ignored 

As for them, when i have lost my shine
Watch them dance about with sorry smiles 
And chackling sympathy
Watch them make a rejoicing so well it were 
As if it were made only for angels....or demons

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Let us play a little game
Where your smile dies in the end
Fill. in. the. blanks.

There, along some river bank
A fairy sat a stone and told a story

Once upon a. blank
A fish sunk and went ah blank
A bird went a sing in the sea
Two men, a blind, came a witness
Said; I saw a fire make wet!
Said; I saw the colors of dark

Once upon a. blank.
Maybe time is the answer.
Yet the story never ends.
The end.

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Why do we fear the sound of death more death itself. Because death, like love and lightening have a light upon them that about as intense as angels themselves. But we know about angels that they do not come in one color. And some come as black as a storm and some as white as the lightening. But death he comes like thunder, you know he is coming but you are never prepared for when and how he screams even the soul into an immortal faint.

And candles are scared of thunder too.

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You are what the stars are to the night sky, magic.
You are what the flower is to the meadow, beautiful.
You are, without wings or blaze,
Angelic.

And I am, without doubt or taint, in love with you.

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I do not believe in stars
In wingless floating angels
Or tail-less gloating serpents
All fallen things fall because
God stroke them down and here
To torment our souls and
Put tiny voices in our ears
"Come let us fall together."
And I fell but it was not for love
It was for love, but to love vice
All of this and I am the voices
The whisperings in my head
I do not believe in stars
And yet I make them myself
I make this tradgey tale myself

And vice versa.

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Sometimes we create adversaries to justify our own failings. -The consultant

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Thirsty eyes and hungry ears
Lips swirled and akathisian
This one witnesses a thing, quarter part
And earns a conclusion parts full

"I thought a thing, I thought I saw'
And yet not a single thought
between those eyes, thirsty
"I heard a thing, I thought I heard"
And yet not a single cell,
Between those ears; gray or white
The matter: it is always the fool
No matter: that is full of opinion

With all due respect
- Which here means none
Thou sodden-witted lord or lady!
Thou hast no more brain
Than I have in mine elbows
Nor doth thy carry enough business
Than I do in my sat
- Which here means none at all

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Before I fell in love with you
Before my face knew the taste of a fist
Before love tasted like:
Broken ribs, and torn lips
Like cigars and alcohol
To help me swallow the pain
And blood tween my teeth
Like cigars and alcohol
To help you swallow the guilt
And shame tween your knuckles

Before...I feared the thing I kiss
Before...I fell...if love is you
Then love...
And the devil have a lot in common

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