Blooming Masochist

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A simple expression of a late night thought
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Harboring somewhere out of sight and out of mind, my future problem hides away. Taking root, the seed reaches deep to better press its way out from the depths. A single source sprouts varied blossoms. Some, a rounded, rosy red bundle that blossoms to a slow, sweet afterglow. Still, others arrive then fade quickly, offering dynamic and singular experience. Few promise something prospurouse or worthwhile seeking. Simple, sweet, surface pleasures fool the onlooker. Underneath, lies dirty thorns and kinked veins. They dig deep down, dirtying and kinking what’s within. Pleasure promising pain, beautiful but bitter, my blooming masochistic carries layered meanings.

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