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#sugarcane
It's efficient to erase But your silhouette remains. Your character doesn't faze Your demeanour makes me sway Hey, waves! How come you never stay? Your touch evokes a presence Like a present You fill me with essence I feel more competent Quickens my breathing Like a Spartan combatant Vibrant like a flower In the Eden Black Hole Sun to my Soundgarden Like a prisoner got pardoned You bring out my reason To live for you, My freedom Gaze of legions Yet you saved the heathens Sippin' on chlorine I dared to treason To reach you, My Destination My grief was palpable For hesitation was in motion Time's notion favoured Fate's recon And like a fever She vanished And it hurt Like Nine Inch Nails Her presence was nostalgic Even when we were strangers Almost familiar but totally surreal Hypnotic voice, flawlessly adhered I wish you were here Not a page But a book With me as your seer, My Dear It pains me to let her go I stayed until I couldn't bear Fate, I won't blame you so Time just stay there For what evoked Was love in full adherence A taste of something forbidden Like the fruit from the Garden of Eden Now this memoir of your presence Basks my mind in a mask of confusion What once felt so enigmatic in essence Drains me dry like hydrophobic substances In order to apprehend it I relapse into the same dilemma That It's efficient to erase But your silhouette remains -Asher Graves
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Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 1:00 PM UTC
Crush
Downhill after dark we took our nightly showers   Under the standpipe, dodging the cars light, It was fun in those days, the life of the poor black child The countryside, but the sweetest thing to remember, Roast breadfruit, roast flying fish, roast corns, It was fun in those days, for the life of the poor, young villagers in today world it called Backyard Barbecuing with friends,   when we did it was called poor people way of cooking, and celebrating. So often now and then,   it's good to go back in time And relived, those awkward and happy moments Only thing I detest was loading the sugarcane On my head and going up the ladder, The white man reap all the sweet The black man bake under the sun. Last month I sat in the most expensive Restaurant And eat, lobster, drank expensive bottle of wine I wouldn’t reveal the cost of the meal, But, I always knew, that one day, this would Have happen, from roast fish, on the hill of Prout Hill To Washington DC exquisite night restaurant. MI*VIDA And yes I made all of this happened:
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May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 7:34 AM UTC
Standpipe Memories.
Frequently I imagine Unwrapping you slowly (softly) a gift that I have dreamed of Feeling your skin again (and again) I am grasping for moments (for you) I want to cement in me the softness of your (living) the sharpness of your bones sweet like sugarcane below your surface. I am here to catch every breath between my tingling fingers caramel tongue slowly unwrapping (me) Frequently.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
sugarcane
cocoa pod fell in perennial grass refined like bitter strife discovering sweet life like an old lean imbibing a fresh spin fully enriched this bean
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
enriched