daubmir nadir Poems

Stroke my lobes
Fondle the membranes
Of my pleasure.
Murmur sweetness
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Do you listen?
You do not.
You listen only
To yourself.
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ROMA*
AMOR
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Dance
To the music
Of my drunken habits
Guzzling mad notes
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Genuine love
Is selfishness:
Love doesn't mean
To sacrifice yourself
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My death
Cannot change the fact
That I had a life
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Every look forward
Is a potential illusion.
This satisfies my need
To insecurity
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DISSOLVE AND FADE
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The idleness of time
Too much time, wasted
The boredom of timelessness
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Ulcerous rites of passage
From the tormented abscess
Of a never quite matured
Trial by existence,
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