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Jul 2021
White, simply just white.
  Black; simply just black.

Each stroke,  pleasure and sorrow,
   wanting like a sea among rocks to convulse in your arms.
jasmine? daisy? roses? scents without syllable.
   used, tattered, licked wax; soft strokes, shivers to touch.

what is this feeling?
    Longing, unsatisfying,
       so short, I WANT MORE.
          Lost in your sea, lost to your waves, lost to your rage,
              I WANT MORE.
                  send more; oh god.
                      please, oh please.
                           I want more
A crazed penpal named NAN
NAN
Written by
NAN  28/M
(28/M)   
90
     Bogdan Dragos and A Poet
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