Poem on bancok
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The radiant yolk yellow god is alit as rays kiss the laughing statue. It's serenity so distant, among choked engines and grey fumes it sits abruptly, silently,wisely. White wisps among baby blue catch wings in between them, encouraging more foreign eyes and contented sighs. Clocks differentiate, symphonies more appreciated, happiness not hatred, smiles back and forth. Swarming heat hugging pale bodies embracing difference much more magnificence. The occasional thorough breeze only eases to seize the clicks of the battery ridden electronics which long to achieve perfection which will never be long. Chalky white architecture with refreshing splashes of ruby red grass green pineapple yellows, turquoise form the beauty longing to stay amongst flocks of respectful faces and hidden s(k)in. Makeshift stools scatter streets, blocking flooded tuc tucs among battered taxis and impatient BMWs etc. Murky grey concrete bridges put to shame with towering flowers tugging irises to peer at roses pink hibiscuses. Flickering lashes caught in the harsh sunlight to proportion reality. Only to find Raybans flicked carelessly over lids. Protection decreasing defection to then look down around litter and poor fruit pickers wordlessly waiting impatiently stating it's not all it seems. C.A
ill bang your cock heh
heh heh
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