Why think I need you
When inside of me there are two
Your presence beckons the serpent
Striving to have my faith bent
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Sitting by the shores forlorn
A beautiful Asian woman
Watching the waves dancing
The song of East Antarctic wind
...
She speaks into my ears,
Just as cool as she pleases,
Even thou I stretch my ear to hear
Her voice caresses my soul I swear
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I wrestle with the devil on my quest
To reach for a favour from Words
Who know the heart of my thoughts
And the uneasy mind thereof
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A cluster of black birds,
Brought forth from eggs,
Cloaca by different primogenitors,
Who lived aloof from one another
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Never seen a heart like mine
Nor had kissed lips like mine,
Nor a mind with thoughts as mine
Clear as crystal short a mile
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In this city called Friends
I was thinking we have reached
A place of truth and understanding
Where the intersection of paths
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The night has been long,
Crowded with chirp of gossiping birds,
And frogs singing the scorching song,
But no ear cares for our moaning gong,
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Beckon I you, come with me
Place your peeping feet
On each of my footprint
On this path of poetry
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I know why you kept me
Right in this beautiful cage
Not because you love me
As you daily do proclaim
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