The music box is buried,
The soil throws up the venom
No longer does the music sting
The sutured wrist closes, numbing the cranky tune.
.
My wards and guides take the box and bless it,
Nothing inside will escape the faithful entrance
The soil slowly becomes hydrated,
The I.V. pumps water, now it fights what's empty-handed.
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It doth not matter if the music box is desired
Because it's unnatural and evokes the grotesque webs
It's greedy and cruel,
Gobbling what's beautiful.
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The Fair Lady runs and runs,
The pets cannot keep up
London Bridge falls,
Nothing can reconciliate what had fallen apart
.
Mother Nature whispers,
"She is renewed; she will walk this path of truth"
So, I do
All peace, serenity, beauty, and wisdom
.
What music that attunes me
This beautiful poetry,
All romantic and dynamic
The pets are stuck ramping
.
The worms cannot crawl through the soil or the toilet seats,
They stay hidden, waiting as the peasants sit and pee
I feel happy when I see them because I've outgrown their immaturity
The peace and my heart are radiating
.
The Fair Lady is renewed
And A Special Memory
Everything that happened was a lesson
Now, I no longer repeat the transgressions
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Life isn't all gore and horror
Most is nature and its lore,
But the pets are still in the dungeon,
Trapped because the maggots bite and might
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What the peasants project is what they get back,
I know my mission and my purpose,
I am so passionate and romantic
.
The music box is buried,
The soil throws up the venom
That box is poisonous,
I rebuke it because it cuts Heaven.
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What A Special Memory was Coneflower
I thank her aroma
Forever, she's remembered,
What a brave young woman
.
Now, I don't miss her
Because I cannot repeat the cycle,
But she is special,
Now, the tune I hear is calm and special
.
The music box doesn't confine my deity
The peasants cannot enchant me
Their demons cannot hypnotize me
I sit in the grass and speak
.
I thank the creature,
How beautiful is Mother Nature,
I thank the spiritual realm,
I've been so blessed and happy.
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The Fair Lady dances and is happy
So, so happy
Nothing offends me because I'm free,
No constructs restrict me.
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I constantly write everything,
I'm less jumpy and remember,
What I experience and feel I write inside my journal,
My feelings and secrets tune out the music box's turmoil
.
Nothing evil is a dismay,
However, I must have the ultimate defense,
As I'm not invulnerable, just susceptible
Because passion and romance are my idols
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I hear the flute play the gothic soul
What rare and pure magic that it sells
Forever has it been since I've felt joyful,
Nothing will make The Fair Lady miserable
.
What music that attunes me
This beautiful poetry,
All romantic and dynamic
My nerves are calm and focused
.
What a Special Memory was Coneflower
I thank her aroma
Whatever she owned can't be used as evidence,
She rests, 91's wrist doesn't ache like the subject.
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I can't smell her scent,
But I can feel her presence,
She's surrendered and had fallen,
But nature saved my elegance
.
I walk and don't feel sensitive to other people and their energy,
Nothing can spite me,
The trail of intuition guides me,
Claustrophobia doesn't exist, here
.
Leave, promptly.
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My Rainbow Friend and I laugh and tell stories,
It's like she never left me,
I'm so lucky that I hold the love and passion,
And the very men that grant me this romance,
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The Fair Lady doesn't think about the pets
She holds no worry nor anxiety,
Eve's thorns don't mutilate her
Nor do the Warlock and the others obsess over the Fair Lady's Wings
.
The fetish only exists when their egos manipulate,
She blocks their weeds,
She isn't worried that they'll come running back
Because they're rotting like trash
.
The storms are calm and peaceful,
I'm the empath idol
I wear this badge proudly,
Forever is everything special.
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Everything's sweet,
Nothing's sours
No apples exist
Just fragility and the mist.
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I hear the flute play the gothic soul
What pure magic that it promotes
The ego and its food don't eat me —
I've won against humanity.