do not speak about
an intimidation for such a
word is not poetic,
not romantic, not lovely,
speaks more of the anarchy
and the oppression of the
masses, a cousin of fear,
child of insecurity,
speak to me in whispers
inside a room, scented with
lotus candles, incense and
prayer,
let us get a little of intimation
friends, and/or even
hard core lovers.
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