Dulse and decorative as per Mariko Mori

I was God’s wife, bent double, in love with love
and lousy poetry like old beggars under sacks,
knock-kneed, coughing like hags. Passionate,
artistic, creative, smart, moody and sensitive,
we cursed through sludge, in a heart-shaped box
till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge,
throwing pennies at the broken birds.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots …
But then I had this big epiphany thing and I realized
that I don’t need to be in love because I’m in love
WITH love and you don’t have to be in it to feel it.

But limped on, blood-shod But not
bounded by love If it seems to be covered in velvet
All went lame; all blind; to see what I got Orange popsicles and
lemonade It’s the summer of love, love, love
I’m in love with love, love, love …

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!—
I’m in love with love -I’m not psychotic….just “sensitive” –
I struggle with the english language and do not articulate well.
An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out: I like being creative. I don’t like
red-roses, I’m in love with love, I love nudity, I enjoy porn and stumbling
hours upon hours. And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. … but I don’t like lables, I’m anything and everything I want to be, I’m actress,
I’m in love with love, I dislike ignorance, I fall fast and get up slow, …

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges into me, glittering, choking, drowning.
I like to stare into space alot. I’m in love with love, kind of.
I like to scream YOUR name in parking lots, but not really. ..

Unless in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in, Natasha. Dorkus_malorkus,
I have Libra moon and Venus and I think the only way
I could describe my feelings are that I’m in love with love!

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin, a springless_
autumn of DarkStarlings. If you could hear, at every jolt,
I’m In Love With Love Love, Little Baby. Tides And Sand the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud – hey! This is me,
Krystal. I’m in love with love! I also love music, art and acting…

and vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues— I’m in love
with LIFE. I’m in love with NATURE. I’m in love with LOVE.
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest while waiting
for that very special Orange popsicles and lemonade
It’s the summer of love, love, love I’m in love with love, love, love …

O children ardent for some desperate glory, I love candy!
I own way too many hoodies and believe the old Lie: I’m in love
with love. I think that’s why it’s so hard to fall in love for real.
Dulse and decorative as per Mariko Mori and my powdered wig
I’d kinda like to dance but I don’t give a fig Eau Beauty
spot O fur-lined glove I’m in love with love I feel beautiful tonight
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