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Àŧùl  Feb 2015
Idiosyncrasy
Àŧùl Feb 2015
I only know the ideal idiocracy,
So I am an unrealistic man.
Syncracy is an offensive for me,
So I am an orthodox pig..
I know not what idiosyncrasy is like,
Not in a relationship...

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Syncracy is A system of governance which adopts two or more systems such as communism and capitalism.

An idiocracy is a government that is based upon abstract theory.

Idiosyncrasy can mean different things, most of them I am affected by.

My HP Poem #771
©Atul Kaushal
Emily A Grande  Apr 2014
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Emily A Grande Apr 2014
And now I need a moment of silence to collect my thoughts as well as free my mind. When I catch myself starting to drift of to you my body responds only seen internally. As goodbumps rise and warms washes over me I know iv found someone good to stay around. Maybe not
Forever.

But that's always the gamble.

I would
Hate to give up being able to look into
Your eyes and decipher your mind. To
Have hou hold
My hand softly and whisper sweet tempting nothings in public occasions. This feeling of you in my bed is most as exciting as the fact it's insinuated I can now sleep and clear my head.

You have a dark aura but not that of pain but mystery. Burning crimson and causes pleasures in undiscovered places and unexplainable syncracy under covers. And as opposite as the shapes of of our hearts are, our desires for each others bodies through affection is yearning and we coincide frequently understanding how to fit together our personalities puzzle pieces.


They say opposites attract and baby let me say they do. I seem to always think what it is you can see when you seem not to have anything In common with me. But maybe we can trade stories and learn how each others personas we're made. I haven't felt that look of lust in a while and it's killing me to be restricted from you.

I'm more ways then one.

As each day moves on my lips want to get closer to that forbibbem fruit and damnyself into selfless trust once again. I think of my torso your body and feeling your skin hot and sweaty. Your eyes roll back in a kind of certanty only lovers should feel because love being made in a concept kept away. But if I imagined what it could be like that's what I'd think of any day.  And scratching your back as though to show how much pleas my souls can take.

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