I made you know that you could love across.
I made you love me more than you could.
I made you arouse me more than you ever did.
I am autumn rain for your wilting grass.
I never regretted you didn’t pay your tuition fee.
Sexual love does not bargain.
29.05.2001, Berhampur
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