Kurtistani; aab, cddceec, ffb
You say, my hankering is nothing like
a truly love: my love is just a spike
of noradrenaline and dopamine.
My dear, this is true. Unlike your soul,
your body meets my vision of a beauty:
the shoulders made of ivory, a cutie
unopened rosebud and her sis, a mole
on forest's edge, the forest down yonder
in which my...
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