I feel the day has a green colour.
Out side the office town grunts.
Restless vehicles,
Dreaming insanes,
Lusty lovers,
Despondent sun.
I am in the files.
But
I hear your chucklings,
Feel your tender kisses,
Your mellow caresses,
Feel your immaculate being.
I am drowning in you.
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