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M Genth

M Genth

As like pain

That pain is mine, not else's

Regret, pain, incessantly
Pain under all joy
Pain like
Pain
Pain my Cold Mountain,
Could turn it into any other nature
 
But no Joy, satisfaction,
Only, exclusively, pain.
With a touch of disdain.

#adulttheme #beyourself #fantastic #inconformism #Occam razor's

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Devoted horde

I’d like to see the birds in the g… After waking early or late, real o… When birdies were all over right o… And yet hummingbirds had their dri… Garden of another, erased from my…
slavery whithout the benefits

The slytherin or the pussy, the re… Giving knowledge and fire to their… Praising for the death of a dubiou… Setting the stage for the real con… Not original, that’s an argument o…
Flavours of grief

Regret comes in many shapes and fl… Whispers and shouts, mute, empty l… Obligation denied, aesthetics refu… I lament and cry over letters not… Apologies and amends send by death…
Hoarder Attic

My secret is not such My secret is not as much. The key for the unintelligible is… My head is a sort of hoarder attic… Smells of decay without friends
Non sequitur

Above the earth and the firmament It is unclear who, actually, has i… Collective truism, our life is a m… One love, one life, they sing, Science contradicts,
Willow bent

My Old Flame, It would never remember its name, Cold days of no light in sight Surrounded and pictured as Lesoth… In this cold day I still stand un…
Gates to itself,

Tsunami on the phase of retreat, The shores dry, the weather shy Expectations high, you don’t know… The mouth strange, head spinning, Dogs barking, cats running,
The legs of a Centurion

Why choose a letter that dresses l… While waiting for the Galia chron… While quitting before feeling the… After a daylong walk, a strategic… This mad thing that lingers and cr…
Claymore

I chose to say it in this foreign… That feels like a hearth to me, a… There is a story before a happenin… Of lost territories, recovered by… By Claymore swift cuts, by Moore…
Struggling world

It was the bloods and the creeps As I needed it all on the arm The world struggling to harm That ethereal nature deep inside By monetizing every inch of it.
Ring, mother, nefarious thee.

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From the ashes of dream and desire

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you suck dry my will to live

How you suck dry my will to live How you bring bottled despair For a project into your delusion, Because meddling with another rive… You can, getting a fake tourism ti…
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