Visitor Poem by Aram Stefanian

Visitor



I am your late night visitor
Comin' out of left field a gold duster
Wanna stay until the crow of the rooster
Gonna talk your head off
Before you see stars
If you wanna we could swap spits
Guess that won't get you in the pits
Leave your hang ups in my throat
You know bodies are sure to rot
You're my twin soul, I hit the spot
Only with me can you get hot

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Aram Stefanian

Aram Stefanian

Yerevan, Armenia
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