Naked he gave me his hand
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Sistene Chapel |
My space of freedom, my own land
With a homosexual grasp a void he left unfilled
A promise he ought to someday fulfill
My cold naked body seeks warmth
Shivers, as if shot by a dart
Give me strength to bare misfortune
But let us look forward to seek fortune
I know that the poem is not funny
But neither is the picture nor some moments in life, honey
Maybe this poem doesn't even rhyme
But as a wise man said, there is rain before shine.
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