Murder of Poetry

Such pretension hanging in the air making the room smell of mediocrity yet such dancing monkeys sing to the organ tune and the bored man claims it a masterpiece how many roses with many different names smell just as sweet as the manure they grow in the zirconium dazzles and pollutes the diamonds that remain unseen under all that illusion

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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