Poetic passion pass through me
As ink-toy caresses blankness
Creating rhythmic imprint.
Tempo increases nigh to high
Voluptuous orgasm leads to period.
Looking up and back
Remembrance not envisaged of when
How, more far-fetcher
Pimp known but not so.
Wooing time, life’s bidding.
Stuck in this romantic love
Rounds infinity to be gone
Vigor replenishes not diminishes.
Diminuendo is ephemeral.
Decrescendo, only but, adinterim
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