you, sharing me;who cares?
you hold the head which hosts the mouththat spat on my life.
your soul has become uncleansed
with the filth of modern dust,(lust!).
you arrived with much comfort,and
left leaving dis such.
once while peeking through
your heart's opened window
i did see the honesty prevailing over you.
it was weaking by a stregnth,just to know.
also,it was leaking,adding to the legnth,
so that you or me
but never both
may grow.
tyke
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