dancing like naked wolves,
we reached to conquer
the highest branch of our
eternity
and grabbed with lust
the very last poisoned
peach.
deserted ark of mine,
how do you sleep at night?
does not the daylight
from that humble continent
keep you awake?
I drown my heartache
in despair,
then force it to subside into
submission.
though Suns and Moons
generate each month
bleached children from
sawdust and vanilla,
this fad called "love" will always be the one
I never cared too much for.
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