Fumes of fragrance,
unbearable arrogance;
curved are curves,
and filled are dearths.
Feel through eyes,
say no goodbyes;
somehow turning mad,
it's not so bad.
It's only summer heat,
and we beat;
can't stay,
looking for a bay.
When she's nervous,
her lips quiver;
somewhere pierced us,
makes me shiver.
Twisted thoughts,
and finite heights;
When no one to blame,
never claim.
In that rain,
skin drenched;
sweet pain,
and fragments crushed.
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