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Cheekbone

Am starving of worship! I want to be worshipped. I am crying because I love you but you love another, you don’t seem to bother about the too many attentions I throw at you, instead you prefer someone else’s cruel treatment and lies they feed you.

I’m wet. That is why am hiding in shame. Lick me till am dry, clean up my obvious stain. I’m in darkness! I hate the candle lights you are bringing, it won’t solve the weakness that I have hidden too long to become strengths.

Am starving of worship! I want to be worshipped. I am crying because I love you but you love another, you don’t seem to bother about the too many attentions I throw at you, instead you prefer someone else’s cruel treatment and lies they feed you.

I’m ashamed, maybe I should go home. But I will stay and face my tears. The reality that I prefer dark to light. The one that causes me to lose my might when I sight you from a distance. Oh how my heart race.

Am done planning my life, I will rule Egypt from my prison cell, I will work my hands on my tattoo and whisper your name. I will touch my cheekbones for memories of pleasure.

You will remember me perhaps you will want me, but I will be long dead and buried in a wooden casket.

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