Last night I could grow in my ache
I forgot my days and hours of darkness
Night and suffer
Suffer and longing that’s been longed
“bewarishh” insane
You tore me in pride
You laughed then smiled
Leaning back .You smiled again.
My coarse unsophisticated lips,
Haven’t kissed someone in decades
Decades of white wolves.
Dictators and indigenous swine
Black cats drop them, wet and grated national paparazzis.
Disturbance in my kohl starts blurring
antiprotect
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