Truly I have foregone
Any semblance of sensibility
In deigning to write of wants,
And mental fragility.
Yearning for a fervour,
Stutteringly I type:
Stranded in her curves her
Eyes nova-like.
Take a pick of any piece
Of my self’s fragmented entity
When suffering no kiss,
I suffer mental fragility.
Shards of reason
In thought-made mortar
Encapsulated and teasing
A saudade struck porter.
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