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The smell of mixed fumes,
weighing my eyes
wishing I was dead
testosterone pills fumigating
like wild fire
render speechless
although it was her to speak her mind
countlessly manufacturing
thought provocative seeds
planted beneath every erection
that he bleeds
the power to immune
simply cannot be the stronghold
of the minds
confused, infused and defused
abused thoroughly
even as we speak
the intriguing truth
lies skin deep

ashraf ishak
6:25 PM
11TH January 08'
Subang Jaya