I never ever think of this
But, the way you dance
across my bonafide muscles
you make a man a worthy cry.
You have an art to start
the fire out of the chills
and then my neck you roast
and, gulp a two bottles vodka.
Not a great start to live
Why such comuflage feelings
My days are permuted though
Live your life, a worthy kind act...! !
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