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k a y l a Feb 2022
if my love was an ocean
that was ever-flowing and engulfing
you would’ve been a sailor
who wanted nothing more
than to live on it
i never would’ve guessed you were seasick
you must've been crazy
to want to be swallowed whole
by my love
I wrote this one a bit ago. I've decided to revamp it.
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I used to be a great sailor,
But then I was sea sick,
So I just got retired,
Scared I am of all the ships,
Especially of relationships,
I don't want to **** myself sweetly,
So scared.
HP Poem #1267
©Atul Kaushal
glass can Dec 2014
Deep as the motives of an empire,
his chest rises and falls
as quickly as kings through centuries.

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You may be marooned in my bed,
     but of all the boys that have been lost
in the blueish depths left on my neck,
     I'm glad you lingered there

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