Slowly, I inhale the hardness
The stillness scares
The firmness captivates
If only, I thought!
The actions where defined
If only, I said out loud
I could turn and resist
Mine could be easy
A part carved in silver
None could receive
This gift and not shiver
Sailing through the wetness
In an undisclosed calmness
No its not tears,
My eyes where shaped to rain
Get your dirty minds of the closet
Cause for real am crying not fucking!
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