Embrace Love as a child,
for it spoils rather quickly,
outgrowing your straining grasp
like magnetic repulsions
pull harder, break away
you're reaching for the invisible,
for the thin air that you refuse
to breathe in.
It's all footsteps and bitter blisters,
a shallow path with your deep
impressions of agression.
So tear me up,
right in this blasphemed passion
Keep on growing down, down, down
to your unfeeling knees and
pray your synthetic prayers,
it's too late for a blessing now.
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