A rough night blazing with passion, fiddle with forbidden
moon relinquished at its finest mood, as they
play and tipped the nose of the blanket grill,
faraway at last, I sigh at the sight of even shore.
Delving into the thrust grapes, I wonder the stripes
pondering, how long will it take to get?
As if the fire strangle to choke,
Few minutes, until the blurred vision
crooked behind, heavy lids lift slowly
a painful grunt gripping the edges.
What's between a want and need?
perhaps — dwindling of two curse fates,
I care less with grey hovering my tickling feet,
a sardonic kiss— I'm gone again!
A wanderer of a hay fourth wall,
It doesn't break until the salty wine curls up.━━━━━━━━━━━
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