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I ran out of writings Back in my shell Counting the seconds When I will hear her nocturnal voice again.

Tock tock Hello Can you Can you I want to hear about her Can you talk me about the moon?

Tuck tuck tuck I hear it every day Tuck tuck tuck Like a car scratching And again Tuck tuck tuck Routine is killing me.

Poetry is my drug I go there like a devoted s**t I take a line And oh I fly But recently I am sober I can not find my drug dealer I search and I..

I knocked at your door You write beautiful poetry Can you inspire me meet her I do not write verses these days It does not rain on these barren la..

I checked the clock It was past midnight Two hours had passed without me realising it And an hour weighs ten hours these grim days A fleeting h..

Humans adore flowers; They say dolphins adore humans too; But you take it for granted; A human. …Hm…Among the list of pleasures, ..

I yearn for you I want us naked in a bed As I touch your curlies As I run my hand on your smooth skin And I want to touch your dick Until it blus..