The belt
In half paralysis of senses
I look at the belt you gave me
To tie an instant makeshift
Somewhere, on its inner skin
The belt still keeps a guys smell,
Your smell
A belt
A circle drawn with compasses...
A makeshift circle you drew:
This is to be done,
This is not to be done
To smell a belt,
This is not to be done.
But somewhere, on its inner skin
It keeps your smell
Alive















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I am an angel asleep. I need mouth to mouth awakening.
~ROLiterature
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