Feathers, dice and cuffs !!
Let's the night pass
With all nasty stuffs
Waste sometimes to relish
The game of bulge
and thighs...
How, where, when
Let this dice choose the frame,
Tempting the core
While feathers roll
over the shore.

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// Formal //

I fantasize of a welcoming home,
As I weave the silk of hopes
Diligently into a safe cocoon,
Inside the four sacred walls
Of the checs of your shirt.

The creases always ironed out,
Unlike those on my forehead
As I pout enviously at the pen
Slicked into your pocket,
laying so close to your heart.

I see you folding the cuffs
Of your shirt when you need
some space to breathe,
I do it too now, hoping to
make you a little part of me.

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Sometimes I want to bang my head..
U can't do this, u can't do this
I am already left with nothing
What do you expect me to do?

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