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raphæl May 2019
just came home past twelve
felt my tired feet and thick eyes
the "fruits of labor"
raphæl Mar 2019
if our souls were lines
mine is parallel to hers
close but never meet
raphæl Mar 2019
if water was mood
anxiety's a quake that
brings forth tsunami
raphæl Mar 2019
if a song's honest
words would be stripped to the tones
just pain and desire
raphæl Mar 2019
gasping through my ear
warm bare hands slither beneath
sneaking through tight skin
i steer waves you shut those eyes
leave the realm where lust is sin
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