Posted in Feelings, poetry

Commit

Commit

Source: Commit

lean on your broads, shirts on sleeves

breathe the smoke, mounting on the walls

then, comes off the ceiling and

your laugh falls off

banging on the marbles

I’ll walk on my heels

sure, I trip over your sleeve

straight face I pull off on a chair with you

still, your smoke rolls off down

I lean on your broads

 

 

 

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The one, who is keen to bake different recipe of writing.

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