Press play before you read. Salute.
(A lone voice whispers)
Yes I, from whence all gloriously emotionally notorious pain
And sexual heartbreaking anxiety but soul-rousing feelings stems
Like the precious aroma of an exquisite expensive perfume
Invading like an insidious thief
Any particular room
I'll invite you
If you dare welcome me in
To see the world through new crystalline lens
As your soul finally matures
As it's put through my exceptionally complicated
But sophisticated extraordinary fires
To be eventually willingly or unwillingly cleansed
Copyright John Duffy
Image by the so-talented Marco Tenaglia
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