Kisses Toys Destroys
In the beginning
it's all wow and amazing.
Here and now.
Too cool,
and light unlocked.
But as time cracks
and spins in dervish
like an insane dancer
or a cancer,
priorities change.
Family and friends.
Don't say no and don't pretend.
For in the end, art dies.
The well dries.
Comfort kills the will,
and time like a nettle seized,
like a sharp disease,
kisses.
Toys.
Destroys.
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