Infatuation
Chartruese hues surrounding wide eyes,
catching glimpses of Kaleidoscopes
while the rain smears
what's left of handprints.
I stood there, intoxicated
Which was cut short by the blow
to my lower abdomen
ten minutes prior.
Damn, heart's hurling false feelings
that we deem reality
because of inexperience
in such matters.
Failed to harden my organ though
although i wished it had.
on the other hand
i am grateful for the experience.
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