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I could start a new one:
A star buried in the vast universe,
A moon in need of help
concealed eternally by the light of the sun
For someone in despair still yearning for more,
More of Life and less of pain,
MOre of Joy, and less of pity.
Yet death seems inevitable
That life is not worth living,
And it seems hope does not float.
Then Let it be ... die if I have to ...
If I may at Charon's boat lie fleeting ...
In silence, a thunder shall resound,
A flash of light, amidst the darkness,
Shroud in flood, an island shall never surface...
And if ever faith shall drown
And hope, never flourish...
Death, my precious death,
Shall Forever be Mine.
 
 
 
XXX
Hah, hah, hah!
I get so weak
After every setting of the sun
When my excercise in the bathroom's done
From the pounding of my hands
Bear the sweet, sticky evidence of my pleasure,
The milk of human kindness...
Excstatic to the point of oblivion
Beyond the zenith of my devotion.
 
 
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