Still Pulchritudinous
Something about you ignites my passion
I sit in silence with myself.
Still the answers elude me
Do you relate?
Can you smoke a bag of that?
I'll put five on it.
95 percent of the time I don't feel this way.
The god with his earth.
But I lost faith in goddess.
Or loving religiously..
Blasphemed sacraments, desecrated.
For a savior to arrive...
When it was always the realization of self.
Since when do mirrors talk back?
My 12am ramblings are like gambling, anticipating a lottery jackpot of an epiphany
I am him and he is me but what if she is me also?
Piercing into eyes.
Reflecting.
Then I reflect on that.
There is more to say...
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