Come and meet me at the lighthouse...
I will lean into your touch.
Touch you at the right places...
And feel you all over.
With loneliness eating away...
I spend another day.
A day of monologue...
And another set of pays.
Her eyebrows arched like a rainbow...
Lacking the colors.
Dripping away the rain shores...
Call upon the mothers.
Can I ask for forgiveness?
Can I do it all at once?
Can I never get the love I want?
Won't ask for it hence.
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