Emptiness drives me to fulfill this destiny
A life of love's glass half full
Myself and my reflection can make love only so often
Till the monotony of lipless kisses takes control
And lying in eternity
My soul seeks sanctity
In a world of unending pain
And much suffering
Because in this perfect world of agony
With perfect hearts and perfect lives
Everyone feels just like me
Yet no one takes me into their embrace
So kneel down before the king of your misery
The emperor of that which you lack
And bring unto me your undying devotion
Then slide the blade of loneliness through my flesh again
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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