this night has its own glamour, just
like your hypnosis, the deadly
stinger, silently leaves
its impact into
the veins,
your
love hasn't so called the delicacy,
I do not know the pseudo
tenderness described
often by the poet,
I've found
the
unique realism, whenever you saw
me with skewed view, the lethal
effects brings the persona
in the illusive world,
entire night is
needed
to
emerge back, even morning looks
stranger planet - -
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