when the windows of your eyes are open
and shades cover them, how can i love you?
The satisfaction that shone on my face
across my lips,
has not been seen and will no longer be seen...not by you.
The tears have become greater than perforations,
that a window into my heart is now exposed
exposed to the bacterium from your words.
The satisfaction that once embraced my glass heart
has shattered that which was once whole.
Keep your distance for your scent pollutes the air i breathe.
When the jackal has climbed the last mountain,
reached the summit,
it shall slip and
unite with the cliff's ending
and so shall a beast devour the insides that can rot no more.
When the bee has left the center of the white daisy
and returns no more,
the bee flies to flower after flower searching for the same kind of pollen then departs,
only after the bee extracts its need--the pollen.
However, this particular bee will fly back to its hive only to be stopped eternally,
annihilated by a figure likened to that of an octagon.
Gone forever.
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