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Asphyxia, fighting day to day to be remembered. Losing contcat, losing connection. While I am breathing to write another plot, can’t barely think what I am doing. Whether it’s good or this could be the opposite.

Glory morning, wishing good day to come along. I see bird flying high, ascending its wings wider. I feel nothing in the first step, I can’t feel her under sunrise.

Another thing is a whisper, I just listen it to proof what I’m thingking, perhaps could be right. Maybe, this is the time to tell her the hidden sigh.

Laying down of my rest. I set away the walk while having coffee. Night seems coming faster, cold will leave me a wound of true feeling — your broken sides.

Won’t you be a rose? Won’t you be a glorious girl? They dream a lot of you, they put you right in front of eyes, they use you to wreak the evil desire.

Don’t you want to turn of white? Don’t you think they make you suffer? Don’t you know there’s a great wound opened hurting your vein?

Let me see you deep within, probably, you need much helps.

Let me write a happy beginning story, then you can continue it until the end of your own part.

I won’t give you a flower as they did

I won’t send you those naughty words to hunt your love

I don’t want to rape your feeling since I understand the way how you cry out loud

But I set this to land you the evidence, there’s no men want to be with you as I am.

There are no men will put the heart as I did

And there are no men will love you as I did

You may change the taste, you may replace feeling. They walk beside you and look at you as a girl, while I’ watching you as who you are — in hatred and love — combining to one side — I unify yours into mine.

But please stop confusing me — please don’t refuse my holy wish. You and I can create such wonderful view in the early moring. Greeting sunrise as we don’t need its spirit anymore. We hide tears as we live together.

But please don’t drag me to your wicked naughty. You can’t understand that this far away I try to keep it inside, though you’ve lied for a thousand time right on my face.

Let’s stop arguing and feel it what I can give to you. You won’t be hurt.

Let’s stop playing too much as we can enter to the main scence quickly.

Let’s do it slowly cause I know you’re into a gentle fingering — my only way

Tomorrow is a hello, I’ll live with your red sign on my neck, while you starting day with my love sign — this holy liquid within.

And let us be ourselves, no need to act like the others. You pull the body to be a celebrity, I might be a man into your breath.

Or you can’t hold on anymore, I will lend you a hand. To be who we are, to recognize the hatred, to live under questions, to be together in the same feeling.

You may put me wherever you want… I can’t fight against it.

I may ask you to wait, as I need time to figure out your favorite climax.

They can’t control you much longer, they can’t give you all you want. And here is the sugar from me, my sugarcoat.

When we’re losing control, let’s kill the night in action… so many thing to be fixed, so many thing to make it right… we just have to start it in warming; our very foreplay.

That I will tell this love on how I treat you in the dim room. You can decide my truth from this equipment — when you’re taking it off everything.

I don’t care that you’re starting a dance, let me see yours in serenity. Lowering down the light, this rainy will be a witness how gorgeous you are in my embrace.

You don’t need them at all, so stop sending your videos, I know how to give you everything. Stop delivering those pictures, I understand how to put you under heaven.

And we don’t need being intimate through social media anymore. Since tonight is our glory feeling… forever ever.

“In the end, please tell me, would this lust be a righteousness? Or it’s just a hell, burning on into ashes???”

— Breaking Reza