We take this
vile, vulgar
temporal existence
and somehow make it
beautiful
vile, vulgar
temporal existence
and somehow make it
beautiful
we make
bodily fluids
into summer rain
sloppy wet kisses
into vintage wine
pressure & pain
into screams
of passion
bodily fluids
into summer rain
sloppy wet kisses
into vintage wine
pressure & pain
into screams
of passion
and as time’s illusion
bends and breaks
us all
into a million little pieces
bends and breaks
us all
into a million little pieces
with each stroke
i serenade the universe
in praise
of this gift
i serenade the universe
in praise
of this gift
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