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Random Fragments III

The promise of
what will be
is now the despair of
what could have been

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We breathe, we learn
We cry, we wipe clean
plans that could have become
paintings of pure love

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Into the grey river
I jumped
To try and cleanse my soul
Of all the emptiness
Hibernating in its cold wilderness

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God smiled
behind his dirty beard
a concave curve of triumph
Fate is his bitch indeed

——

Cut my heart
and you will see
words writhing
starved of love and hope
like the many heads of Hydra

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Condescension drips off the chips
on their shoulders
like urine from a penis with prostatitis

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The world spat on my soul
crushing my spirit
under a mound of mediocrity

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And if I die now
what will I leave behind?
A few meaningless words
and some random memories
in the minds of people
who do not matter?