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Off-Color
Being true-blue,
for the first time in a long time that I needed not to seek apologies to arrange thoughts and eyes coordination to like you. A lot.
These off-white characters you’re bringing about to let us close eyes in a dark night where not much should be looked at but listened. To you.
Half smiles glazing back to street lights upon stories that were stuck but the other half surrendered to doubt not to white lies to impress. You’re raw.
You bothered not to prepare a speech or manners tricks to turn me on when you take off you’re ugly scarf that doesn’t match my rough expectations for you to be more sexy. I still see.
In the middle of nothing, you were playing with yourself, me? Unnecessary, by your side, my chest for your kissless cheeks to rest, we keep on walking in circles in this street chess, checkmate party sex. Not tonight.
Your grey personality lines find their way diagonally over the rainbows of rubbish, you don’t fall off the slackline because you stick to the name of your game
” Catch Me” off the ground to write private poetry. Nakedly.
