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Inarte:

 ” How much of the things what

I needed of your truth from your mouth

that embraces my neck,

my hands to yours,

my loving pistons

that hammer the spot.

Where I am putty that doodle

of this poodle. ”

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©®Artsydhude 2019

™XenoGrapx , XENOphagz

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In at the line of. . .

Find me a strength to make a fight.

A fight that does not last,

that does make things

not right 

nor a wrong word to make my day,

be more colorful than a month back.

be mundane enough to see the black sky as the only blue clarity as I see fit.

Inasmuch to have nothing,

yet only a longing embrace from a deeper sense of what;

I will make,

I can take,

but of all the pink cake 

I shall not want.

Only to hear the spiders laugh,

the smirks of cockroaches takes the half

of humankind’s feet.

😜💀📴🐌🆙☝🆕

©O.a.M

®Artsydhude 97-19

™XENOphagz

Lost in my mind,

then after losing my heart.

My stress became arrested,

not of days. . .

into things I cannot,

count

nor

fathom.

Only to exercise my 

submission to you.

Coz I know you do know

what it means,

to treat me as not,

to treat me as a,

yet I can only see your eyes

can not see me.

As I am now,

only for you to see me

as I were.

If we are to live like so,

I dunno.

©O.a.M

®Artsydhude 97-19

™XENOphagz