Have you searched for something for a long time and found it eventually?
If you’ve wrapped yourself, in that contrived smile
And shoved our synopsis, in a fistful of aches
Come! Join in, on a jaunt, so worth our while
As we recount, in our hearts, each other’s keepsakes
See the wilds in its glory, a wailing widow of thousand years
Still smells of putrid woods, that the swamp didn’t spare
Ain’t different from insolence, our treasured vale of tears
Come! Bask in that cedar shade, where the prairie lay bare
Ah! Doesn’t skirt of yours, bears fading stigmas, of last menses?
And my pants curled at bottoms, like withered leaves of fall
As I sink in your lap, beyond bygone pretenses
I hear your nether lips, thirsting for love, after all!
Why your puckered lips, dare not dribble, your half-truths, my absolute lies
How an age was spent, imprisoning two lives, in a sacrament of obligations
For how many years, (We lost…
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