“Karama”
The match Rubs…
Its Fire…
Burning Desire… The
smoke so dense… Life’s so tense… Tensed the storm… Storming along… The train
passes through… Throughout… Through you… You so funny… Acting so my bunny…
Jumping around… Hopping you found… The ground we desire… Desires don’t end… The
acts don’t mend… Designing ones den… Dense and dark… Dark is my pyre… O yes my
sire…
The match Rubs…
Its Fire…
The path so changing…
Circling circling… Life comes circling… The birth to dearth… The canopy of urge…
Urging the pants… Panting romance… Romancing desires… Life’s on fire… Bits to
bits… Pieces to slit… Slitting the kisses… I love you my wishes…
The match Rubs…
Its Fire…
The hair gone down… Receding frown… The child loving clown… The
love so there... Was here… Now where… The smiles and laughs… Such loving the
craft… The hands so warm… Why sweating palms… The smiles left lines… Laughs
left shrines… The claps sound slaps… The soul so battered… Life seems better…
Batter to matter… The wintery sweater… Closing arms… The sun freezing charm…
The match Rubs…
Its Fire…
No smiles… All frowns… Frowning the glory… Life lost its
story… The circle complete… The mist so Tressing… Down… Down…
Needs dressing… Holding the self… The
book on the shelf… The shell is broken… The curse is the token… Token to queue…
Queuing for who… Who… Who... Was once… The
face have known… Known so the passage… The rights to wrongs… Wrong the desires…
The match Rubs…
Its Fire…
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