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Heart Meets Love


Hello, I am pleased to meet your acquaintance Thank you for consuming me. We've never met before, but you seem innocent enough What harm is little fun? Just a little tag team of undulating emotions As I fantasize of meadows As time halts at every flickering glance Watch my fetid pieces fall around my feet And smell their stagnating stenches Then put them back together Puzzles are my favorite way to spend Another night of isolated thoughts And rolling rivers in mental chambers I willingly forfeit the key. ... ... ... What? I thought we were only playing a game! How can you be so cruel? I didn't know the ivory of smiles Concealed a cave of liquid lies For you to hide inside You have overstayed your welcome, friend But no bother I will crawl back up your throat and leave you For good. ... ... ... Hello, I am pleased to meet your acquaintance Thank you for consuming me. I believe we've met before, but again you tempt me back I have told myself that this time I am prepared. Besides, it wasn't REALLY you that I'd met before A second rate substitute in the opera of immaturity Now I truly know you are genuine in your smile Let us indulge in your paranoia! I equip you, and I am in control I am in control Now tell me what to do. Take me to the cliffs of desperation, the pond of introversion Let me break the foundations By adding more to the statues on the summit And crumble at the mercy of your spontaneity But this time This time I am ready for your impact Warp my rationality. ... ... ... No... You had to go and open your mouth again Salivate on the vision I had polished for you Your identity uncloaked The water is not fresh. All the same among the mazes Again I'm led to ashes ends But now I am 'strong' This is called a torch Watch me as I burn this labyrinth down So I never stumble through it anymore But what I fail to address Burnt wood won't burn again. Regardless, I will play the hardened victim And no one is a fool enough To thrice fall to your debtor's vigor I am not a fool enough Leave me forever, because I am in control. ... ... ... Hello, I am pleased to meet your acquaintance Thank you for consuming me.
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