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Saturday, April 4, 2009


Stink of unripe palm juice

Sways across the room without ease

Naked physic

And knocked psyche

Search and touch

Strike with passion

Without emotion

Permeates everywhere like dust

This ugly lust,

Remembrance churns out, not sweet memories

But only guilt, regret and worries.

This lust feeds on like an incurable inebriety.

Graduation from infatuation into maturity

Is the only remedy to rid of this addiction.

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