Like a birthmark
you will remain
on my forehead.
Round cups and
blue drinks, the dark
side was capitulating.
You become my
partner, I will unleash
many moons.
I intended to
talk in walk about the
woes of life.
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We all possess some āchameleonicā qualities! Are we cognizant of that fact? Does it matter?
Excellent write!
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