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"unflourished" poems
* them scales be ones again sources of none but doubts hence we do sow the grain tho force it to a lesser gain more of those where'bouts will be puttin' it all in vain for there shall be droughts when the moreover spouts as hearts never forget pain those comin' out of mouths 'n' as deeds down the drain be it alone to allow to wane just ways of narrow routes respect seize to be the aim nothin' good is comin' out 'n' doesn't benefit a house when indeed it be so plain an inner kept unflourished the boundaries of the brain seems to be all that remain *..love always... عرفان بن يوسف © AH 07/02/1437**
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
..boundaries...
Craving creativity such as hers. Like how she strokes the tip of my imagination as i enter her thoughts, physically we portray.... A warm, rather untouched now touched, bent over, backwards, sidewards, inwards outwards no words...  but screams of yes and moans of O..  no NO's but more that we know.. As she ***** my soul, i lick her funky emotions. Piercing all the way up into her mind so she can feel what im thinking..  my inner beast met with her inner peace and romance in chaos is born. As the chaos grows, so do the feelings, an innate yet unflourished scandle that leaves bodies sweating and eyes fixed. An affair of love from one-night standing now some whathabitual. For she is my habitual lover. Thousands of miles apart in my summer where I'm most cold, yet our chaotic affair ignites again in winter.. Habitual, ****** infectious, scandalous, raw...  an untamed and uncut Midnight romance.
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
Romance flinging
I promise you not to eat, Swear I did not have cake today, Please believe me. But where is the change in my body, where are the skinny legs and sticking out knees, where is that flat stomach unflourished and infertile womb. I promise you that the next time He takes off our dress which remained size six, The next time, I promise you He will see the skeleton we are built of. The boy will greet us with flowers we cannot accept. I promise you I will drink only water, Feed on my thoughts And burn those skin cells out.
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC
We Don't Eat