i escape my feet, leathery smooth soft skin,
Their footprints, and my thoughts so orthodox,
Yet comprehend not their freedom and broadness,
They flow like honey, out of hard rock.....
A mountain of love, an ocean of intensity,
Call it, and it will throw u deepest in hell....
A comparison of heaven and disaster,
I care not, i count never those millions of stars,
My intellectual is nomore verbal, it has masked my mind with un-ended war....
Seep through my skin, and feel the warmth in its core,
more wounds it gets,much high it soars...
And in my these reverberations of thoughts, i forget wat i am,
This body nomore i own, let me get rid of its sham....
Hiramalik
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