Dreary Diary Of A Late Night Thinker

Earlier she called

Whispered good baits

Innocently

Got me hooked, naked

Drifting on and on 

So nude you may behold

Parthenogenesis or something

This orgasm is asexual

Raped my ears

Took charge of my mind

Possessed my soul

And my feet on somewhere so not where the reality is

You're always choking

Destructively they struck you

Always, just always

Should I be the one to back blow you? 

Or am I? All this time?

Wisdom is all your cure

He really never hover

Restrained but care so much

I don't know what makes us

Speechless, nothing else could beat this beautifulness of mute

We are lions that couldn't be tamed in each other's head

We are lambs that are long forsaken and willing to be slaughtered

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