Walk against time,
Consumed elixir of the mind.
Velvet, morose and nonsensical.
The corded arithmetical pondering of beating hearts.
Throbbed ventricle expounded.
Glass in the eye. Sweets in the queue.
Breasts.
Sensual, conditioned.
The warmth of company.
Fear: not withstanding.
Overbearing.
Confusing.
Conflicted but warm all the same.
A warmer smile.
Felt at a distance.
Like an arrow
Cherub archers.
Child soldiers.
God's very own .
This is the way my day ends.
Not with a bang but with a whimper.
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