❝Whirlwind❞
Genre: Reverse Poetry

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It ends
like thunderstorm,
brushing our fiends and
seeping our own ichors
leaving tremendous affection
on twinge corporals
yielding like chorals
Taking away the phosphorous and pultrid air that our lungs are longing for
hate how you whirl like there's no other person staring at you,
despise you,
chastise you,
to hate you.
hate the way we yodel and dance
hate the way we writhe our arms on every wisp atmosphere
hate how your shadows gleam you on a scenic ocean
for me to assert on tidal waves and to
i don't have any ulterior motives and concrete reasons that
I'll have to halt cause,
it's a pregorative for my anesthetic moults want to respire the zephyr that we both percussed
and i
want your kisses
I love you and i don't
perceive you're soultry physique
because, you love me and i won't
require you to chortle and get asphyxiate.
fondle my cheeks and grapple my callous hands and
like whirlwind to
stride the flamboyant dandelions and foliages
Just like a drizzle trading of crimson and blues
It started.

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