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You're a splendid win dahling..but now my brain is fried and I'm going to write, whatever comes to mind..making art out of randomness and despair..for in trenches of wars gone stalemate since eons—there are gardens, dainty flowers, amidst decaying machines, empty shells of broken bombs and half witted pardons.

Roses of wrath or besotted thorns, and trees of heart shaped cherries (zero calories) they are lush, abrush with exotic dew of glinting declarations..Exhaling whispers and breathe in deep.. new leather!!

Sitting and chillin' in my new rippin' jeep

making out with my dude

he'd kissed me in his dreams

and it wasn't kinda rude

and then comes a shot

a silver bullet through his chest

it tore out his heart 

and snuck in through my skin

Back to that garden, cherries and blooms and glints of shiny skulls that sprout lilies. Inhale deep

 Revamping, relaxing, relapsing, revamping.