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KAADHAL

One more bottle, and
Something will scatter
O’er rain stained Welsh streets.

Bloody watercolour canvas
Tilts to reservoir skies.
 
Twilight slips over Hills
As wine sliding down a glass,
At night, mouth of valleys
Suck scree thru’ shortest straw
Eulogia gathers boned carvings:
It is not only the skin to be tattooed.

Moonlight slithers of nacre strips
Ignite your flower-thighs
Up and beyond, pricked blooming.

My bones are softly rattling
To our harmonised breathes.

UMANOID XX
Trouble_Loves_Me
Written by Trouble_Loves_Me
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Just to say in a gentle way....The only profile I have in here is Trouble Loves Me.
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