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It Really matters

Form long long distance...
Its like millions of light-years
Through the help of technology
I sit on me
and watch your eyes  bottom lip tremble
is any feeling of rain and wetness
a Fault?
What DID I DO?
“The pieces that she can't assemble,
Are locked within my custody “
I replied to
The Tantra Monk when asked
Why you are waiting at horizon?
I sitting on me
and watch your eyes
creating clouds
will She call me her sunshine?
And wish to to be coiled up
And lock the lips
And hip to hip
And moist parts to get locked
Like  infinite bonding...

But I wish to blind her with the rain.
The Tantra Monk blessed me
When smoky night getting thick
it really matters for me

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