Friday, 1 March 2019

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Eyes

Never deprive me from your eyes
I want to gaze at them
as you do it with mine.
Every time I read your lines
I look in my pocket of, there we are,
relentlessly carrying me, is it you,
whilst your prose, your tongue
very well is it tanunting me
causing my comeback
I cannot take it anymore
come kiss me, boy.

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