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Accura Wild Nights
Only name the day, and I shall be there
This morning the notification woke me up
With still sleep in my eyes I reached for my phone
And the tone
lingers from that Twi in my ear
Annei I love you though, despites his tears
To forget the world, and they negativities
Of a love such as ours, it clean, it’s pure
Love does not speak volumes(quote)
It speaks the honesty of another one confession,
Loving another person is hard work,
Only true love to me is a newborn baby love
for its mother, he trusts her immediately
As we gaze into each other eyes,
We smile, we reminisce we both lied:
We try to outdo each other:
Was I king liar or was he king Lear?
Revealing too much, or revealing a little
Listen carefully, and responding with affection
Or simply use the body language
This fool will get back to you.
And old gal interpretation of fear not want not
We really don’t get each other:
My darkest fear is why did he walk
The dark street of Accura at 3.am?
That’s when my psychoanalysis study step in:
Where the boy seeks, love in an old familiar place
the street love of his childhood dream;
I asked of him not cut his hair
It makes him look like a youth,
Older men take advantage of desperate
Looking youth, because of the boyish look,
and that all it took:
Meat for the belly, and the belly for the meat(quote)
So, happily this morning I decline,
You learn a lot about a man by his behavior when hungry. ~ Zambian Proverb
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Annie Lander
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