Hedonism

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


scents of soothing sage in an art gallery,
I told her she is the only masterpiece I see
you know me? 
african poetic casanova and genetically a tat bit similar to jehovah.
we indigenously burn herbs of marijuana and naughtinessly steal a range rover.
panicky - 
I tell her tonight I'll be her chauffeur.
we drove around the boulevard,
and started selling portraiture art -
beats of tranquillity when I felt her heart.
this aesthetic love was so bizarre!
this one time, we teleported to the reserve bank and recklessly burned three million zars - we were the most wanted at large. while we were merely chilling on a constellation of stars.

 


Submitted: May 06, 2021

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