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INK IN INK

INK IN INK
For, my intentions wasn't intentional;
Affection rode on air; piled, hatred stacked.
Smelt I not what she's, till she arrived
Bask of fun presumed I; the mist of evil
Piled, stacked, starked; thin air in a space;
My intentions 're unreal; even my consent
Till she grew in my undesigned thoughts
Motives of pain; overwhelming desire for hate
...
Still, it wasn't me-, nor was it her
Adversary approached evil thoughts around
My evil, her evil; evil twin?
Sworn swimming thoughts; haven of silence
On this pleasure abides my malign-less faith
Painless pain till I drove abode
My evil, her evil; evil twin?
Weevil(ed) evil wavered evil; real one
...
Our thoughts weaved; soar alike
Trees in my heart blossom; sooty wind
Smiles on you; dikes of eruptive rock die not
Till we shiver to hotness; popping heart's spur
My seeing smile sees smiles in you
My heart's afloat like soaring wings; pasted face
Forever we'll wine; dine forever
Fonds of palm, ink in ink; without end till its end

©Tex (2017)

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