Saturday, 3 May 2014

I need a chocolate.

Born before my time,
or after,
who in blue fuck knows...

A time in which the concern of a brother,
or a friend,
goes hand in hand with the lover's ardour,
when promises of "I won't hurt you"
would have no place,
as nobody would seek to possess
or harm.

I better take a fucking choccy bar,
I turn utopic when I'm hungry,
and I always hunger for you.


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