And it was in, and
it is out, your crazy crush...

I stand in pristine
fire pit, fighting vampires...

Gene-edited,
manhood was taking punches...

It was not enough.
Your charity to feed raptors...

You did not give,
what I asked for moksha...

Half moons in eyes,
you want to change gender...

Nothing was taboo
for the god climbers...

My inguinal pain,
watching mating of moons...

You were not the
complete face of body...

I was reluctant
to miss the blood moon...

I don't like.
The smoke on the occult love at...

Nothing matters now
after decimating dreams...