Sorry Mother
Sorry Mother,
Let me know today you a better.
It’s my sixteen
Avoiding the presence of others
Stands before an unknown figure.
Coming close, amuse me
Having to lose inside
A single dot makes it stop
Before getting a verse
No meaning a thought.
Stop, not for the wrong words,
As in spell and scale
But a co-liner desires
Touching up and another …….
Your sperms till my term
Telling me the sweetie as none
It’s your curse, your desires
Make my verse as worse.
Sorry Mother
You and me
The same verse
Let it for that reader.
(Jealousy is the ornament of girl. But when does a mother get jealous with her daughter………? )
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