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jəˈko͞ozē

Cormoran Lee
1 min readOct 10, 2020

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Candles, cuddles and cupcakes?!?
Chardonnay, champagne, cheap unbranded cola?!? anything…
Crumbling under your cool waters.

It smells like fish in here..
I dropped by your boat, but H2O had drained before I was able to float in shallow bubbly liquid of comfort, in your human warmth.
Amniotic fluid, something familiar to go back to, closely intimate. Hey?
My invitation had been expired by the temperature of your lips.
It’s off, your facial expression is turning me off. Belly button loaf.
In between sour and bitter, I fish your demeanor.
Plastic counter for itching elbows to rest, I remain restless in your glamours.
Exotic lady, what moves are you playing with my chess player?
You tell me I am your king, but am agitated like a rookie, 8 pawns, even 16, you play for both of us, your never-ending thirst to win.
What have you been cooking lusty queen?

Maneater, are you?

Hashtag jacuzzy in Playboy Mension , hashtag escape of Alcatraz Prison.
I rather swim with sharks.

Maneaten, am I?

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Cormoran Lee
Cormoran Lee

Written by Cormoran Lee

I pour my heart involuntarily into words, since I found that writing is the ultimate solution for a nightmarish sailing journey. I can still connect with you :)

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