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My name is Jesse , I'am 26 and a TAURUS born on may 1st

. .SHE WEARS UPON HERSELF THE SOUND FROM ALL
THE SIRENS OF MY PAST
A DRESS MADE OUT THE NOSTALGIA THAT STILL HAUNTS ME AND ATTACKS
HER STARES PRESS ON FOREVER THROUGH THE VOIDS OF HOUR GLASS
TO REFLECT OFF EVERY SURFACE FORMING POINTS AND THEN RETRACT
TO THEN JOIN BACK WITH THE DEMONS WHICH WITH WHOM MY INNER VOICE STILL INTERACTS
HOW DOES SOMETHING SO ANGELIC TURN TO POISONOUS AND BLACK
EXPLOITING COUNTLESS MEMORIES OF MINE SO SLOWLY YET
SUBVERTING ALL THE JOY CONTAINED JUST A HOLLOWED VESSEL NOW SUBTRACT
ACTING AS A DECOY FOR EUPHORIAS VISION AT A GLANCE
ABSORBING THROUGH IT'S WARTORN MASK THE ENJOYMENT OUT OF HANDS
GROWING INTO PORCELAIN JUST AS FRAGILE AS THE SAND
THE GALAXIES HANG OVERHEAD THOUGH IN IMAGINATIONS TRACK
THE FICTION OF MY CANVAS'S EXIST ONLY IN THE BACK
TO TAUNT ME BUT STILL NEVER ACT WITH AN ACTION I CAN GRASP
AS THE GHOSTS OF PASSING TIME SHOULD FADE
MY SPECTRES STILL ADVANCE
FOR WHEN YESTERDAY HAS HELD YOUR VERY ESSENSCE TO WHICH YOU ARE ATTATCHED
BUT THE SETTING GLOW OF NOVAS IS A LIGHT YOU ALWAYS CATCH
THEN YOU SURPASS INTO TODAY AS JUST A BROKEN SOUL COLLAPSED
FOR EVERLASTING MOTION IS A HOME JUST OUT OF VAST
EXPANDING OF MINDS OCEANS MONOCHROMATIC FOLD IN GLASS
AND THE WORLD OUTSIDE YOU'VE CHOSEN SHADOWED THROUGH THE CATARACTS
TRUE BALANCE LIES OUTSIDE THE VASISHED OPENING NOW AN ALMOST CLOSING CRACK
CLOAKED FOREVER IN THE GALAXY, YOUR OWN COSMOS IN THE RAPIDS OF OTHERWORLDLY SHATTERED GLASS
TRAPPED THINKIN IF YOU'RE WORTHY THEN PERHAPS ONE DAY THE DIRT WILL TURN TO GREEN
AS THE ATMOSPHERE BREATHES OUT DISASTER AND IN TURN HER IMAGE BURNS INTO THE PICTURE SLIDE OF GREY
ARRIVING IN HER TECHNICOLOR BACK
AND UNTIL THAT DAY EMERGES, I'M JUST BURDENED AS THE WIND
CHURNING EVERY DIVINATION TO DISASTER IN THIS UNIVERSE OF ACID RAIN THAT DAMPENS DESSERT ASH AND CASTS IT OUT WITHIN OF ITS MASSIVE ARRAYS


WHEN ALLOWED INSIDE MY MIND
I SUCCUMB TO THE FIRES OF HER EYES AND CRASH
THOUGH SHE BEARS NO SIGN OF A RESPONSE HER WORD STILL TEND TO CROWD INSIDE MY LIFE
HER MEMORY OF YESTERDAY IS THE ANRGY GHOST WITH IT'S KNIFE FED THROUGH MY BACK
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