TIME CURSES AND LURCHES MERCILESS AND MIRTHLESS TILL YOUR CURVES COME TO CURB IT AS I COMPLIMENT YOU IN CURSIVE

No ones discerned
What death or birth is
Why we go to bars or to churches
Or why we long for our first kiss

all my concern is
that i can be earnest

The purpose of earth is
To be in your service.

All else is worthless

You are a furnace
Where i’ll burn till im wordless

My poetrys perfect
Because you deserve it


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