Alchemy

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You can

feel the blood

pulsing

in this

room

 

For one

heart

to the next

It's all

something we share

 

Without something

to beat us

into existence

to pump our

minds and hearts and

penises full of blood

we have nothing

 

We would sit in

this green

room and

sip our

tea and

coffee and only

explore the

cracked walls

of

our own minds

 

But together

we become something

someone greater than

these green walls

we share

we renovate

we

intoxicate

Each other

until our bowels

are filled and

our thirst for each

other is fulfilled, we

must always

bask within

each

other

 

Because

our own

minds can only

drive us to

insanity

and other's can

guide us away

into a

place we call

art