When Adam Blogged the Taste of Mortal Sin

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Sun melts sky
Burning curtains
All that’s left
Are sprinkled stars
Across a day
Called night

Twinkling truths
Sexless constants
There is no black or white
In light
There is no darkness
There is no bright

My home this world
And all it’s living things my life
Your face is all I see
Your eyes a gateway
To a better world
A better self

I learn to lose that self
And join this greater good
I smile and laugh and cry
And hurt and live
Until my every moment
Is an act of love

And like a sunset there
Lifts a dawn
In some place else
I want my soul
To lift this world
Towards the sky

So that we melt togehter
Into that burning truth
And join the stars
Making concious love
Freed from tasteless
Immortality

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The Schizophrenic: I am Real

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Words a million words
Callous judgments breaking skin
Numbers peeling lemon trees
Desires fading by the day
Citric scents
Carried through the universe
Trailed by constellations
Tracing crevices
In the way we interact
You will never know me
But I am real
All our senses
Geared in this conspiracy
Will keep us close
And take us far away

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Character: 95/100

The Perfumer: What is Love

ImageLove is a memory
Waiting to bloom
Love is a fragrance
That flatters the moon
A beauty residing
In provocative scents
Leaving a trail
Shaping events
Love is remembrance
Carved in a smell
A coded desire
Dressed in a fume
A placid experience
An olfactory womb
Fertile with pleasure
Love is perfume

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Character: 88/100