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hanaB
Poems
Jun 2014
lust it is
Pull towards that smell
My lust over it.
Makes my blood rushes all over from my legs to lips
That fragrance, starts a thunder in my soul.
I will be patient.
I LIE.
I will fear.
Not to be able to comfort myself.
Drag myself out of the thunder storm.
patiently wait for the phone to rise.
stare and pray.
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