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its over.

its over like the mountains
bit crisply into me
the shoe that walked into mud
left foots on my cheek
like a heart that starts.
chime me with the chorus
of love
charm me yet with the questions of science.
if you touched me once more,
i would be burnt and gone
long to the land
and beyond the stretch of the sea.

i called you in hope of some possession;
the choir seeked a bit of passion
or some sort of life in paradise.
please, i begged you
the way it went
starts like an engine
like a mechanical bull
it charged towards me;
knocked me down flat like a bullseye.

i cried in tears
water to earth
earth to dust
burnt the sun
and water the heart.

ha. this is the worst i ever wrote. this is a really shitass cutthroat feeling.
but. i am happy in a way. at least out of both, one attained happiness.

 
l'amour.
xoxoxo