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there once was a boy
there once was a desire
every night he'd peer into this world; his play field
he liked to admire
their curves were his craves
their lips were his to claim
yet when all of it was over
he was left; alone and sober
the high that had taken him
had subsided to nonexistence
and when he had fallen out of her hex,
there was nothing he could do, but have cigarettes after sex.
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Honeypot | poems
Poetry❝ honey and milk in a golden pot ❞ collection of amatuer poems by naira arden. © honeygolds 2019
