I know that it seems
there should be
more to it
but there isn’t.
anything extra
everything extra
makes the shit
seem special-
Adds fragrance
But they change
No facts.
Money doesn’t factor in.
It doesn’t exist.
I know that it seems
The simple process
is not enough
but it is.
Love births you.
Love feeds you.
Love is intimate with you and guess what
Love is patient enough
for the repeat
repeat
repeat part.
Over and Over and Over.
Death is a part of life too
That quick moment
without air
in the darkness
without love until
it comes again.
Relish the simplicity
And joy is yours.
Crave the Imaginary
And Pain unfolds.

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