The stars have come upon the sky in their numbers. The storms are calm and the angels have come to the throne, but “you” are not there “in the stars”.
Your “starlight” weary of your whereabout, but I see you “close”. Closer to me, just as we were in the Garden of Eden, chasing each other “down flat” and innocent of our nakedness.
I will never be “gone for good” tonight unless you disclose the “bad and rude” nature of this journey to the wilderness.
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The journey needs “nobody else”, just the two of “Us” living our scariest moment “alive”. Please, lock the “door” but don’t “turn on the light”.
I see the road dark and lovely in my eyeglasses through your eyes. The horn in between those eyes aid in locating your lips. As “toxic” as never, but I’ve still got to kiss the acidic content out.
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We’ve journeyed some “thick and thin” moments but I can’t wait to be blown away by your “dynamite”.
The road is about to get wet. The “weeping clouds” are envy of your “dancing diamonds” and the rains have formed already, drizzling upon your chest, just where the “soldier” aims to strike, your heart.
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My body “shivers”. I haven’t been so close to the wilderness in my life. The tour guide is riding me to death.
This “feeling” isn’t “godly” as Omar claims. I wish to continue “behind the scenes” but the two pointed oranges in front keeps me in a “good mood”, forgetting me of my “fake ex”.
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She keeps tapping my “shoulder” to “speed up” but as a first timer, I can’t take her do like ‘Fameye’.
We’re heading to the peak of this journey, the depth I’ve never travelled.
“I surrender” being an angel at this point. I need the “courage” to feel the “true colors” of her beads.
It’s the gateway to “why I love you”, “flying without wings” but my “imperfections” can’t key in the secret code to unlock my adventurous mode.
Nevertheless, “the show must go on”.
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Finally, there’s a nuclear “attack” on Gaza by an Israelite, just in between her thighs where the forbidden fruit is situated.
My legs fumble, resisting “control” but “my heart will go on”, feeling the “pains” of her “fragile heart”.
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Seeing the “queen of my heart” “lying down” “helplessly” puts me in a state of dilemma, whether or not to continue my adventure, though she has these on her lips; “I’m alive” but I like the way you’re “killing me softly".
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It’s a big NO, “baby”. It was an adventurous journey to the wilderness not to deprive you of “long life”.
I “swear it again” not to take this journey anymore.
”Don’t call me back”, “I surrender” my manhood only if that will prolong your “lifeline”.
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There’s “no place that far”, I will find my way Home. I’m shy of myself for the discovery, “please forgive me”
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