What did I ask you,
O celibate? I am already divided
equal to half- self, at par with the half-humanoid.
You live in my eyes to navigate
for me, without any destination. From tongue to
tongue, we exchanged our saliva.
The vitreous lips were full
of blood, left the bold imprints on the
every page of the turbulent life.
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