Oh Venus
Venus, oh Venus
Tiger striped eyes
and heavenly thighs
are what my Venus
is made of.
Mountain peak gaze
i could see no better ways
to spend my days
than amidst the ocean of sheets
in her worship
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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