To look thine eyes and see nothing
Lost was it?
A figment of heart’s reason
Pulsing certain osmosis
Of conceptual introversion
Inauthenticity a breeze
Though authentically impossible
So not a pawn to say
Vicarious suicide
Alleviates the thrusting
(A-sexual) dissemination
Sexes as ghosts of passions
Conversating stay
Streams of blood and mucus running on
Vast caves’ expanses its flirtation
Amorphous emporium
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