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Love by Intoxication

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LightOverpowers58

Published: Nov 12, 2013

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Literature Text

trembling words, falling from mouths
desperate to drink the essence of life—
aching to feel the scorching elixir slide
down their throat and coat the linings of
their stomachs, implosive embalming…

desperate to drink the essence of life—
traveling from the heart outwards, leaving
organs blackened in its wake and muscles
torn and tissues stretched as escapes fall into
vanity (beauty sacrificed by juxtaposed phrases)…

traveling from the heart outwards, leaving
words unspoken and emotions left bare, experiencing
a paltry happiness and slighted love—we luxuriate in a
false sensation: joy and intrigue and hope, lies we told
ourselves to make everything okay and to ignore [the]

words unspoken and emotions left bare, experiencing
intoxicated adulation, lines blurred and eyes bloodshot
swollen shut by feigned illumination and chosen stupidity;
hungover with heads pounding, simulating a bolstered
bliss…[alcohol has nothing on love]

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Written to Beautiful Pain (feat. Sia)" by Eminem

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NotenSMSK

Mar 12, 2014

Well the language was well used but for me it was too verbose - I would require some thoughtful reading to properly understand the piece. I did manage to get the first stanza and it was quite well written but ahead... well it was sort of vague

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