ACCORD It is too late For the declarations of war In this bed We bury the tomahawk Together For the good of the treaties of peace And skin to skin communications Too diplomatic for my taste Call me Mahatma Emotionally Starving without your presence I want to lift you up And smell the small of your neck Intrepid trailblazer living Never to be understood events It’s a lazy night Rain slaughtering the opaque dark Sweeps the road with my emotions It is too late-- Copyright, Accord, I'm feeling cybersexy, Matya Dio, All rights reserved
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