Strang, nobody speaks
lie. A poem to Venus, in the land
of flames. Like you wanted to think.
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I will go Buddha.
Ethically I stop growing. Looking
at youI I go blank. No thoughts.
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A slice of embrace
chops off the little moons. Lips
on lips. I will never be same.
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You look very big, like
supermoon, when you come near
me to smell my breadth.
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I am not going anywhere.
Nocturne battles for survival.
Words are growing
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Stepping on small spots
of shallow river, I was trying to reach
your bank.I takemy place in pain.
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I seek you from you today.
Life itself has the power like an
absolute.Back and forth lights the vision.
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Sailing on flames to the river
inside you., I disappear in your thoughts
to swim in the eyes of moons.
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Erosion has set in.
I am not going anywhere.
Nocturne battles for survival.
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