celine charcoal - anticipations

now, are you trying to throw
that weary old jilt
onto someone else's pretty pink
coarse or what

or is this just a mad delusion
of me wanting another
kiss

and, is it raining outside?

this is a bet two.
you won't have it

just petting you
for words
under the umbrella
she smells wet in your pocket.

cause this is a beg.
you will not have it.

I will endure this
with my trawler.

it is too sad to see
them all in smelly sentences
already dead in
shiny gray smiles
and slippery.

you should get off more often.

celine charcoal

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