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A Necessary Death

Reversed into the spiky suppose to blossom bush, where all the fans and claps went away, I thought a hero, to put my swords down and not in someone’s gut, perhaps some trimming, man, I will leave it this time, springtime is around the corner of this shack, I plan to sex and scribble and herbal tea from neighbors taken care of plot of wisdom where useful things grow instead of anger vs danger turned a worthy article on the newspaper, UFC this Tinder match, we wrestle in the mud of chances to callus thicker skin, perhaps a softer heart tissue, scar tiredsome, burdensome loving some stranger for a change, I dreamt about you, not giving a fuck about the production year of my parked car and other pending dreams, stored in a humid place where 90% will be thrown away eventually, just like these body organs we’re so shy to utilize while there functioning. Spirituality to bother knocking on this shack’s door, on the waterfront, there is a swing outside too, ballet dancing with bamboo waving for the winds favors in all sorts of directions and knocking doubts of what music it should be like, I think I will be kissing you accidently on the edge of your mouth since there is a drop of camomile and I am really thirsty to put you to sleep at 14:00 German time, means no later comers, perhaps a street cat called room service to purr and remind us the meaning of careless cuddles with the wrong human, but only in hindsight.
It feels right, to care for…