We are like instruments,
Unique; percussion, wind, stringed…
Our moods are the keys:
We can be happy, sad, angry,
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I don’t stare
But I’ve made a trillion glimpses.
She is beautiful without
And within, my heart is in awe of her.
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Sometimes I don't feel alive,
and sometimes my feelings are ambivalent.
My thoughts are songs that are on repeat.
I cry a thousand tears within and without and
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On bended knee,
Bowed head,
Hands clasped together,
She prayed.
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The little world we belonged to,
Defined me as East, and you as West.
A line was determined beforehand;
Splitting us by our visible differences,
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When you left,
I went into the kitchen,
To make myself a cup of tea.
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During the mauve sunset,
She was with me; hot, mild, assiduous, all so luxuriate,
clothed in black and a tint of lemon.
She was fair, and my desire for her lead on,
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I am not impeccable,
My natal scars bring about unpleasant things,
Part of me wants to destroy the other;
I want to eat my own flesh, yet drive away my belief.
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I faced the white duvet cover,
but couldn't see it in front of me.
Tears flooded my eyes,
but I couln't feel them.
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