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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I open the jar of poems like a bottle of whiskey on a long night, where the poet's whispers are raw and direct, a course of love in four acts, obsessions and (un)blamable loves writhe like cigarette smoke in the room, and we laugh blue, like ink spilled on a dirty table. I swallow the silence like a bitter shot, place spring in my steps, like a season crucified on the pyre of colors, we find ourselves in the sea of rediscovery, where weeping brushes shed their tears on leaves, and frowning clouds mock the horoscope of coming days. You propose a love-test to me, like a diagnosis of a weary heart, a surgeon of emotions searching through the darkness of the soul, and a concert in two begins softly, a symphony of love with rebellious strands and stellar amalgams, when you smell of stars and drawings come to life on the dusty sidewalk. We invent seasons, my breath becomes freckles in the rhythm of love, a tangram of mad silences, a puzzle of existence, each piece of tranquility fitting into the chaos of the everyday, like a lost day. The spiriverse carries us into a world of psychospirituality in verses, a universe breathing and living through each harsh rhyme, lessons flow like venom sold at life's corners, thoughts like iron filings sneaking into the night, a radio suspending its melody at the corner of silence's mouth, lights struggling to break free, words parked at destiny's traffic light, where is the congruence in a world where death is the color of chestnuts? Dreaming becomes a refuge in the realm of revelation, Nefertiti chases us through the desert with helium thoughts, the galaxy sleeps in an octave of love, let me love you to the depths, let's step out of our comfort zone, running through subtleties and handicaps, seeking our place in a universe for just us two, a universe waiting to be discovered in every verse of brutal reality.
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