I slide and fall into a dicey drench
Effortlessly,
I pull aside
Still…
My doings,
Are like cramoisi
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I stand inside a crop circle
Where
Nails are planted upward to trap
So fear I feel,
I can hear my breath
And so,
I walk out completely possess with safety.
No acknowledgment,
Still…
I hold on to
My inordinate style
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While you are knocking on my door
Offering to
Clear paint my stains
I contrarily,
Seeking for the passion juice
The more I drink
Still…
I remain thirsty and hollow
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