There are those who want to be worms
To merge body and mind
Live inside the skin.
They fall to figments of falsehoods
The fragments of purity and sex
Strained gasping never done, honey that will never drip.
They want to be parasites
Live in bodies never lived in
Make them theirs when they never will be.
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Poetry
General FictionVarious poems about all sorts of things, nature, romances, ill-fated and beautiful ones, pain, death, open-hearted caverns and tight ones. The long and short of it... The poems could be about literally anything. Some of the content may be a little...
