Tag: identity

The Way I Am

Not for your Houdini in plastic pyramids, Or your saving graces, grinning sir Damaso, Or your Yamashita, in glittering abyss, Or your Kamasutra, for taming succubi. Not for your ribbons, in a cage-like gift box, Or your automatic, monotonous clappings, Or your dusty heart cross, buried in brainless chest, Or your honey blabber, spare me […]

Lady Anonymous

Everyday makes everyday Identical twins, Except that the spotlight Prevents it with your Fickle mad colors, A mask of emotions, Hiding some more Like playing charades; I can look at you now And not know you tomorrow, Except that your scent Exhilarates me Like nobody else In this dark room Of countless spectators Clapping for […]

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