Ventricle-ist
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Last published Tue, Jun 14, 2016
Poems of love in all its beauty, pain and wonderful lunacy.
These poems won't always be pretty, but in my experience neither's love.
-To want someone to love you
Is to want to be chained to a lunatic-
-They say symmetry's perfection
But I see nothing but beauty in our absolute chaos-
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