November 20, 2016


eyes do not lie
nor they hide what beneath them all.
fairly bloom and shine, as if
the hands of angels came to bestow
for long and tiring snag were heretofore

i have lost in myself
elated much oh i forgot the pothers
pothers flared descended me
they had me high with agony

the tips runs wide as far as they could reach
the pump beats rapid, fluids rushed to the tips
straight off
infatuation, bolster and bloat
i am high of you and anything of you.

how can i not feel this way?

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