Eye gaze and fine face

That phase with grave fears

Deep thoughts, a heaving hive

My rapacious state neglected, so thrived

The adjuration came last night

The birth of demur lost I perspicacity

Today I live in paranoia

I share my bed with love songs

The letters of love in my chest still hot in flames

Maybe I should have harkened to that entreaty

Maybe papa loved her like no other

Could be he was bound to accept the extrinsic episode

Sometimes we have minions

Sometimes we are leftovers.



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