Your succulent perfume on my skin
Pacifies the growing anxiety
left unseen
The aroma of spontaneity
The epitome of sensuality.
Yes, yesterday was my illusion
and tomorrow will become your delusion.
This lucid loop of bickering
And tainted strings of frolicking
The fragrance of these memories
An epilogue to the transient series of
Constraints and affinities.
Floating in the endless stream of discrimination
Hindered by the jargons of these misleading temptations…
-10-08-08
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