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A titter that leaves my lips
followed by loud guffaw sometimes
when the screen I've glued my face to blinks
with dreams, poems, enchanting lines

they can emphasize infinite melancholy
voluptuous scenarios meant to last eternities
casting a salacious spell
of fierce words
thrown in my trajectory

I could scroll down to the end of universe
breathing still, patience perverse
till this world shrunk down
to the size of fist
I'd transfuse into the scent of mists