With each breath, we live through an additional second of complex emotions. Anger engulfed in fire, gasoline of lust sprinkled on the naked flame. We find love in a bottle of Beaujolais and pour passion onto fabrics of hate. Nonetheless, we ride through the lies. Raw and honest, Virgo’s Carousel embodies all that we fear and see. The ride is unforgiving and pure. Plunge into this invigorating book of poetry and paddle in the infinite meaning of a Virgo’s cosmic visions.
“Raw and honest”? Seems more like “half-baked,” amirite?
Because poetry means using as much purple prose as possible.