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There's no such thing as heaven
When we die, that is not where we're going

But with the idea of it in my head
Heaven seems to be right here
Right now

With you by my side
I was once in a rough & gruff biker gang
figthing with tough as nails bikers, dang
and I knew all of the sick biker slang,
but then I woke up when my cell phone rang
There are two types of pain:
One that hurts you
And one that *changes you
#pain #it #still #hurts
What the hell
is going on upstairs,
sounds like two honeyed hams
going at it, these paper-thin walls
do nothing to mask
my disgusting habits.
I've torn off my passion with force and lye
but not my curiosity.

Love is diminished.
Lust is no more.
What is left?

Convenient Love?
Perhaps endearing anger.
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