sitting
a l o n e
on the sea front,
the night is turning,
mind is vaccumed
clean of desires for you,
a surfiet of denials
saps you,
vaccums you
of any base desires,
the sea beckons,
the darkness
surrounding entices,
am i getting ascetic?
..atp
..13.03.2008.
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