LOVE POEM
Love is a series of orifices?*
sharing shitstorms
crafting shitstorm umbrellas
the painted umbrellas of dreams
the colors may or may not
bleed in rain
*There is
of course
still the matter
of taste
and narcotic
additives like
desire. probably
also expect
cops on certain
days, times
that makes
sense, Right?
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