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Confession - shivaji pandhare 30 /6
When I lose my one eye
I realize worth of other which is playing many years
In fake world
Later remained one leg other was
Amputated by gangrene
Nobody never asked me what I feel after orgasm
Really.
Nobody asked me after quiet pray
Do you dare to love me?
I have donate my one kidney to
Save others life
Nope! now heard this nobody dares
Wait only for death counting days only
When I could never brought one, uncertain of one
Breath
While in that hopes somebody would say yes
Or before you hang for terrifying crime wait
Before your lust lecherously intimidate them
With sweet coated words
Abusing discarding humiliating isolating this
Mockable life that nobody loves you on earth
Do you want to hear all season sweet song
Like cuckoos voice only for you?
Go there down alley where burning hell invites
You
But looking at your this living phase
They would laugh and shoot you out thinking
Beggar but they don’t hear your cultural philosophy
They everyday wipe shit and cum of unknown by
What you wrote on paper.
My other eye still tries to capture her nude portrait
So nobody asked me how do you feel after orgasm
Gelded for whole life later to be called a saint ?
When I lose my one eye
I realize worth of other which is playing many years
In fake world
Later remained one leg other was
Amputated by gangrene
Nobody never asked me what I feel after orgasm
Really.
Nobody asked me after quiet pray
Do you dare to love me?
I have donate my one kidney to
Save others life
Nope! now heard this nobody dares
Wait only for death counting days only
When I could never brought one, uncertain of one
Breath
While in that hopes somebody would say yes
Or before you hang for terrifying crime wait
Before your lust lecherously intimidate them
With sweet coated words
Abusing discarding humiliating isolating this
Mockable life that nobody loves you on earth
Do you want to hear all season sweet song
Like cuckoos voice only for you?
Go there down alley where burning hell invites
You
But looking at your this living phase
They would laugh and shoot you out thinking
Beggar but they don’t hear your cultural philosophy
They everyday wipe shit and cum of unknown by
What you wrote on paper.
My other eye still tries to capture her nude portrait
So nobody asked me how do you feel after orgasm
Gelded for whole life later to be called a saint ?
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