A philosophical contradiction
Infantile residue scrubbed from an ancient coffee mug God tossed out like unholy bath water.
A dream with a severed head being chased by the ghost of a forbidden dragon ripped from its mother's wings at birth.
I can smell the cookies baking but when I open hell's door smoke billows out and a window into my soul brings tears to my heart.
Maybe I should get out the kitchen but heat is all I know so i stay in the corner growing old with the rest of the mold I will never fit in.
Fuck it. I'd rather be hot than cold any day anyway.
Earth is where i thawed out after being in a freezer for eternity waiting for the right people to make the wrong decisions making the only way for me to be.
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