Today I give you a poem, a smile
morning and then a hug.
To fill this nonsense with your perfume,
to steal the moon smiles
and sit on each evening.
Because I do not need commas,
points and other worldly possessions
now I only coarse
to scream to the sun and wind
To feel alive, and die in
your legs.
For your clothes and shame
and be the champion of the illusion. Today
No gimmicks, just
war paint only, one heart
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