The woman is a hormone storm
containing a hurricane,
no rest for peace of mind
Time never willing.
A clock rate
longing pulsates ticking
like a time bomb.
Time wasted fingers
between the time when I am not
you stay with me I go crazy
you'm starving.
Otherwise, the food does not taste
I eat a small piece of bun
if you ask me to you.
I dreamed of earthly
mammon, not gold
the only good place to be
I'm with you
like your shadow.
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