justify sanity with induced pride,
sprinkle some ashes and death on the side,
swallow the moment and do as you please,
all to invent your own meaning of ease.
follow no man and quote nothing you read,
gently carasse her heart and proceed
to make her happy; that is your mission.
avoid the possibility of a collision.
part the grey clouds for me and ask the sun
to shine upon me, allowing the run
not to devour my will to continue.
heartbeats are ways for the red organs in you
to translate what you are feeling and see
as authenticity.
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that is your mission.
avoid the possibility of a think about her
.
That is not quite what I was saying. I meant that my mission is to make her happy, and avoid the possibility of an end.