Eyes and harm

Under your eyes

Under your eyes any gentleman can see beauty

Under your make up, you could sense some harmony

Under your plain hair, one expects a tad proximity

Under your blue vest, such a licence for company

Under the radar of your stellar presence, we dream

Under the lines on your phone, we experience steam

Under your protection, everything is joy so deemed

Under your lovely soul, we shall remain timid

On the Clapham Junction benches 7h35 24 January 2020

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School Uniform

I do not want this creature of habit

I do not wish to keep this template

The conformity of ideology stands on a plate

The hard work evaporates like Roger Rabbit

Every year the school asks for my renewal

Whether boy, girl or else, can’t see tutorial

Eat, sleep, get dressed like no other. No.

Read, work, add accessories that you know.

Each institution brings its own reward

Each term brings its own award

Each piece of clothing takes kids forward

Each organized dress code avoids something untoward

Near North Sheen, on the bus no. 33 to Richmond 8h20 24 January 2020

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Harm to forget

 I will harm my body until final sleep

I shall threaten my arms until it hurts badly

I ought to destroy life gifts as can’t see uplifts

The self-destruction gets a lot of perks to reap

Off a chance. Off the delicious path awkwardly;

My identity is harm to bloody forget rifts.

Eton Street, Richmond, 8h40 24 January 2020

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