Lurking in night.
Wonder after satin.
Shall she come.
Look inside closed windows.
Beautiful skin light.
Infinite googolplex of curves.
Bringing erection remorse.
I want to dance.
I want to die.
I want to live each moment…
As if it were our first.
Loving hate heart.
I wonder, ‘is it cursed?’
Peeking at the window of her soul.
Pondering if she’ll cry…
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