i placed on my lips the hate color ▫ on my skin, i placed the putrefy scent ▫ i opted not to talk but to curse ▫ i exposed myself in most nasty stand ▫▫▫ i ate garlic, beans cabbage and raisins ▫ my breath didn't smell of tonic and mint scent ▫ i've laughed and farted offensively naughty ▫ i tried everything just to spread repel ▫▫▫ and love didn't run, but quite the reverse ▫ it has been happy to live in my evilly evilness ▫ it enjoyed itself, finding i am in bigger shit than it was ▫ got conquered when it saw i'm not flawless at all ▫▫▫ so what you and i already know, at love's ears, the woman in me murmured some famous quotes ▫▫▫ “love me at my worst cos at my best, everybody can”

i came & knocked at your door, — [a dream opened it] it had in hand an empty glass... [luckily i brought a bottle of words…] in dream's madness, we tried to juggle with the silence… [silence got drunk], (we fell to sleep…)