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I wrote this one rather quickly at work this evening. Since I'm apparently not gaining many fans with my other material because they're soooo long perhaps they'll enjoy this one better.

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Love is an inoperable tumor
Manifest in the marrow of the soul
We carry the scalpel with us
But each wound is just a hole
Exceeding the vast plain of solitude
It expands like a rubber balloon
If we pick the scabs of discontent
The bubble will burst too soon

I heard that your body was free
Your mind was cloudy, your heart on the rocks
I held it all for ransom
And demanded an affectionate response
But your love, it remained dormant
I allowed mine to tenderly grow
And I stopped taking my medication
I just thought you might like to know