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People are of breads,
binding orgasmic body parts
to infest the world with more
bleeding hearts waiting to be
punished.
As these little hearts grow
they manifest into large groups
of cold, soft, fat, beating bags.
ready to be mauled by loves laugh
and hates cry.
Not a choice for anyone's preference
but a mandatory decision made for
us to leave our souls starving,
for more and f * c k ing our
friends strangers
just to get a tiny unrecognizable
glimpse of love's warm, wet grip.
What's left is not much
and she dangles the remains
in a f * c k ing meat market
to be sliced and packaged,
given to the next heart and
the heart after that and so on...
Embarrassing yet an everyday
routine, the hearts of loves
children suffer and struggle
finally to be rewarded with a single
solution...
Another broken heart to fit with
yours in one perfect, bounding
match.
binding orgasmic body parts
to infest the world with more
bleeding hearts waiting to be
punished.
As these little hearts grow
they manifest into large groups
of cold, soft, fat, beating bags.
ready to be mauled by loves laugh
and hates cry.
Not a choice for anyone's preference
but a mandatory decision made for
us to leave our souls starving,
for more and f * c k ing our
friends strangers
just to get a tiny unrecognizable
glimpse of love's warm, wet grip.
What's left is not much
and she dangles the remains
in a f * c k ing meat market
to be sliced and packaged,
given to the next heart and
the heart after that and so on...
Embarrassing yet an everyday
routine, the hearts of loves
children suffer and struggle
finally to be rewarded with a single
solution...
Another broken heart to fit with
yours in one perfect, bounding
match.
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