Distant lovers nature seems to have us
mixed with awful intentions that
Turned desired happiness in a
Life long mess of overdressed willingness
like on a Friday night in a bar
surrounded by people that seek refuge
on genitals more than camps
invading weaken territories that
Only acknowledging want from has beens
Trying to settle down with perfect neglect ion
lie designed duck tap rest pon their faces
red tears replacing the ink on paper
as you read the poem left under your pillow
aforeshadowed weeping willow hovers over your future
distant lovers seem to have created ditches deeper than
grand canons full of lacted milk so everyone could drink it
diregarding the poisonous snakes mixed with in it
disguised as lumps of sugar cubs
the mouth in which it enters turing into
Whores that are nothing more
Than badazeld tranquilties
Melon ripe seeds blossomed from splifed filled Jeffrey's
Cotton candy sweet
Truth stuck to the roof of ones teeth
Washing away taste with determined secrets held by a lovers distance
A lovers distance from its distanced lover is never that of understandable but optional
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