Slipping through
the people, alone,
never did I connect.
It never felt like home,
rejections surrounded.
I may look like a normal person,
two legs and two hands
that do not know what to do
when wrapped around
like a sheath, all over.
You see my both eyes
blinking into emptiness
and a nose that smells
nothing but death.
Even if you all see me there
still like a statue
swollen with fear,
why can't I see anyone?
I just try
with failed attempts
to run away, far somewhere.
Why am I afraid of
absolute nothingness?
Is it because I dug
myself a coffin
to live within?

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The hands we held
taking our first step,
The hands we held
when in pain,
The hands we held
when no one else did
are the ones we search today.
Was it the same day
that we left them,
we lost our journey?

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Let us make. An extra dark coffee.
No, not here. Outside. On the stairway.
My back, the ceramic plate to heat upon.
Don't you put your kettle on before I'm hot and red.

Drops would be trickling down, on the right spot.
Wait, till I make your kettle ready and hot.
Time to put some beans, let those water flow.
Beat those beans hard. Harder the better.

Let the steam rise, whistle would make a rumble
Sound of bubbles colliding will make us stumble.
Finally when the coffee is about done,
Add more beans, fast and haphazardly. Extra dark.

Time to serve,
Hot and bitter.
All over me,
Without any mercy.

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“You remember that spot we left
which I promised we'll play on?”

(Read the caption)

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Blood rushing.
Back arched.
Mouth agape.
Hands clenched.
Legs trembling.
Bliss.

"Oh! What was that", I asked.
"Just a nibble, at the right spot"

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If you don't like those
"extra inches"
on my waist,
find someone else
to satisfy
your "inches".

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as I woke up
at the middle of night
remembering the ecstacy
we created before sleep.
Our naked bodies
wriggling in sweat and cum.

•read in caption•

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•read in caption•

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Drop drop
on my cup,
Baby, don't you
let me stop.

Sip sip
to the tip,
Let me do your
pants unzip.

What ya'
waiting for?
Don't you see
my honey dripping
asking you for more?

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Let's play a game.
When I ask 'Who'
You say your name.
Ready?

Someone's gonna die.
Who?

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