Kinda very unproductive these days as if my MUSE shuns me, hooked on mIRC, and busy at work.

and who is he
who maketh man
with the WORD or so
without this lyrical kiss
to make a flower sing
a worldly song
without this jaded blade
to make a rose
cry and wreathe with passion
without this argentine bliss
to animate the atoms
of existense?

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