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Her caressing red painted lips
The beam of heat coming out her robust hips.
Her cerulean flair skirt
Her clapping blue top
Her coupled eye-ball
Ascending from a corner,
Tracking the path,leading my inner breathe into unconsciousness.
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Distance,could drive a weary heart weird
This darkness,is an ordained tails-men,hindering my utmost impression,into abducting your heart.
I have captured every bit surrounding you,traded my conscience,sold my obedience,buried my fullness,clung unto eagerness,fastened my belt,savored my thirst,breasted all sort of tempt-at ion,embraced this urge.
You must understand,I have done all this for a sake.
You must believe,there is nothing I trust about mistakes.
You should retreat,this hide and seek games,
Please,concur and consider not my precious insight,so cheap.
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I can as well love you
As well,cheat for you.
As well,curse you,
As well,cause you,to
Enjoy this conversation.
Just know, this is a nonsense poem for you.
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Mused...2016®