I wait for a time
When you will
Meet me the first time
Know our paths
Had to meet
With each other
Forget your past
With what I have...

...Till then...
Take care of yourself...

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My name, I guess...
... I can't hear it
On your lips anymore

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Kiss me in the strawberry fields
Under the watercolor painting of the skies
Let your smell sink into my dark crevices
And settle like dust in my throbbing veins

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They say, there's hope
And I always run away

I sink my feet in the sand
That rises between my toes

I draw on the hot sand
A picture of roses, bleeding

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Spicy Junction

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Was I meant
To feel like this
Overwhelmed
With emotions for you

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My brown skin
Stretched out
Miles and miles
Casing my flesh

Marked by words
Around my bones
Blue-green veins
A throbbing heart

Encased by the pores
I exist in a thousand pieces
Unsung by the Bard
My body is a poem

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Promises are often
A desperate step
To convince ourselves

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Indifference
Of the one that's
The centre of your world

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A mirror...
Of its one side
We exist in our world
On the other side
Exist them
Who try to
Enter our world
Sleep under our beds
And lurk in our closets

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