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Last Night of Love
She wanted one last verse,
one more night of love affection
I did further than that, reverse
and I showed her my disaffection...
She looked at me sidelong
as if she lacked food,
I made love a survival
Bed Sheets were not even wrinkled
Our almost away kisses
and our separate bodies ...
Our story was left behind,
while live, it was even voracious,
But, It died standing,unqualified
...!
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Alkas Poetry
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