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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