Last day a crime happened,

Inside my periphery, sequestered corner of my wallet. 

Sounds, the creepiest, the melody, the rain, my foot touching your nails…

‘You don’t have to do that babe’…

Yes I do, what if I write this line only for your empyrean vagina. 

Let us love each other through a nebula of fuck. 

The core of this acquaintance will always be unreal sweetheart…

Oh! Yes the crime, 

Even the last word lost his life amidst the passing death parades. 

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