pretended permanenceA Poem by Davidgeo.
if luck is the residue of design
then love must be the residue of desire what is left over post initial passions what usually does not last far past the first carnal desires and initially satisfied impulses or so i've heard i've only witnessed one and i've always wondered what if design was a myth and life just a byproduct of impulse a few handfuls of orgasms passions a few creampies desires and some seriously deep seated clingy weirdness what if all of it all of this was never meant to last very far past the end of anything and that holding onto ghosts on a diet of strict denial is the very opposite of living (more folks should be swinging. . . ) © 2017 DavidgeoAuthor's NoteReviews
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