Like a zoo baboon
confused of its way out
staring endlessly at the days bloom
and in anger, pain and anger shouts
A way out is what I seek
from this painful love
of premature sleep
that saddens our lust lord
if I say I love you
its because its true
a word that air catches
disappears like fart passes
do me this favour
of another glimpse of your sweet savour
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