Confusion
your sight an
illusion
next to me.
Controversy
your dirty sheets
to
your aromatic body.
It makes me want you.
More.
But no love is found
anywhere for me.
I call it "unlucky".
People.
Situaton.
Time.
So, if you don't
ask for love,
what are you
longing for,
lucky man?
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