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I WILL NEVER HAVE STYLE
Istvan eye
sziren_moritz
I WILL NEVER HAVE STYLE

blazing, exploding - that never happens
anymore at least, compliment yourself
you might've been that-thick-black-bad.
now smoulder, everything, to be correct,

if you believe in such a nonsense:
capable of chemical reactions,
capable, decaying, rotting. joyous,
never enough drunk,
force your tiresome plug,

wake up to the prayer,
to the nonexistent: mortgage,
bank-account, marital dysfunction,
erectile superman.
how do you like me now?!
illogical as spearman upon
discovering a sharpened stone,

never enough drunk,
oh why would you not?
fall back to sleep, to sweat,
to smell your neck, your heat,
to spread those elongated limbs,
rotating you on the tip of my index,
lethargic friction, would that be enough?
plenty-foolly. believe my love plenty-foolly

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прям как-то близко.

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