<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Life, the Obstacle Course]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[taurusingemini]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com/author/taurusingemini/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[Beasts of the Jungle, Part&nbsp;II]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:center;">On the DEATH of an ex-girlfriend, translated…</p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>As He Was Rejected, He Was a Bit Flustered, the Good-Natured Woman</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>Suddenly Stopped Being, the Standardized Aloofness, a Week Later</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>She’d Extended Her Cold Hands for Him to Hold, the Palms Cold the Heart, Heated</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>Silence Doesn’t Mean Agreeance, Maybe, Belittling, Silence</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>There’s that Huge Laceration in the Depth of Darkness, the Cracks Split</em></p>
<p><img src="https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/woman-broken-heart-field-35729437.jpg" />like this???  Not my picture&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Dividing Up the Twitching Faces without the Tears, Kept Tearing Apart</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>into Two, the Broken Hearts Already, Separated</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>No Longer Young Lovers, But Old Friends</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Beasts within, Pounced Outward in the Darkness, “It’s Here!”</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>She’d Told Him, and He Couldn’t Understand, Looked Around, Listened Closely</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>“Time Has Arrived”. She’d Said Quietly</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>He’d Pulled Out that Pocket Watch from the Pockets, Turned the Knobs Repeatedly</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Still Kept at His Ways, Not Understand Why She’s Agitated</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>She’d Continued, “We’re Out of Time”, He’d Still Pretended that Nothing’s Wrong, with that Pressure Getting Heavy on the Inside, in Dreams</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>He’d Fought with the Beasts, Blocked Them, Stopped Them from Coming, Attempted, to Fight</em></p>
<p><img src="https://i0.wp.com/media.salon.com/2017/01/broken-heart-lollipop.jpg" alt="查看來源圖片" width="618" />like this, but this, is only the start&#8230;not my photo&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>in the End, He’d, Rolled Off the Bed, Gotten Back Up, Continued Being in Love with Himself, Tortured Himself Repeatedly Not Realizing that Fear’s, Turned into a Monster</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>After Being in Love for Many Years, Her Leaving Meant the Coming of the Beasts</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>The Angel in Armor, Raised that Red-Hot Blade, Stabbed into His Heart</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>He’s Destined to be Alone Forever———</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>Everything that Existed, the Deciphering, the Listening</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>Nodding, Acknowledging, Understanding, Smiling, Were Merely, an Extension</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>“The Beasts Have Been Here Already!”, She’d Told Him Weakly, the Voice Minimized in Volume, Still Lingering On, “It’s Gone Now.”</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>A Beast that Devours Time, After It Finishes, It’d, Turned Around and Left</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>Leaving the Lovers, Out of Time, He’d Finally Understood</em></p>
<p>and this, is what it looks like toward the end&#8230;not my photo<img src="https://i0.wp.com/img07.deviantart.net/bdfd/i/2005/046/5/7/broken_heart_by_eternywave.jpg" alt="查看來源圖片" width="308" /></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Rules of the Game, Winning and Losing, Leaving and Staying</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>In the Very Last Moment Decided, His Place is? Nothing.</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>For a Once It Pair Who’d Relied on One Another Wholeheartedly, Those Secrets that’s Kept by Their Pasts, Never Disclosed</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>He’d Worn His Long Coat, Stood Far Off, Behind</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>All the Friends, Relatives, Best Friends, and Distant Relatives</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>With an Old Saying from London, “We’re Not Even Related as Our Fourth Cousins Once Removed”.</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>After Everybody Left, the Autumn Leaves Fell, Became a Huge Carpet</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>In the Sunset Ours, the Coldness Attacked, He’d Shivered, Turned Around, Looking Around</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Became Paranoid, Everything is Dead, and the Beasts, Finally Came</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Beast &amp; Man Became One, Gnashing Their Teeth &amp; Growling Low, Lunged Toward that Emptiness</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">This is on the DEATH of an ex, and this man was “invited” to her funeral, with so many unresolved issues between them, things unsaid, etc., etc., etc., and in the end, he was still, attacked by that beast called “lost love”………</p>
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