Under the quilt of ecstasy
I yearn for longing infancy
Draped in sanguine fantasies
I doff my inherent sanies
I scuddle..
I scumble..
I scribble..
I mumble..
Trickling with flow of identity
Tracing the mode of animosity
The huddling howl of humidity
All beneath my akin audacity! !
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