Poetic Traces
Sunday, 19 January 2020
Gasping for breath
I will suck the zephyr out of you,
My love
So that you don't breathe
Without my love
You will whimper
In my tempest
Struggling for breathing space
But there's no mercy
For I wish to own you completely
Your mind
And soul
Period!
©LR
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