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This a poem I wrote with someone who I met on compassion pit :) I kind of ended the conversation suddenly but it was a good conversation. Sorry, Sean. :)

Forever is nothing but an ink stain
On the flower of life
Like a stricken vein it .....
oh i can't remember the rest. but it was really good. And then it went something like...
can't see past the platform it sits and frets upon silky ignorance.
it knows nothing of its own kind
and then i forget.... and then something like
Stench or scent, what is its.... someting and then..
Is it dripping in sweet or drenched in truth
but like a newborn flame
the naive blue cannot stay... something something something
Until.... uh i forget this part too
And then something about the ember-laden charcoal beneath and temptation. And then
Till finally it ends in a big bang
And the forever becomes everything.
And there is nothing.

Well as you can see i forgot to copy and paste the poem and that was kind of a fail from memory but it was a really good poem. And yeah if a certain someone remembers what i left out feel free to fill it in.