let me hit out with a quick verse
in a knowing futile attempt
at getting to the jugular of life’s passion
core marrow and light bulbs
i want life to bubble on my tongue
i want cracklefizz of music cacophony
i want colours to scorch an imprint
i want to create in effervescence
i need the singe of love and hate
and i will burn spectacularly
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