Volatile parenthesis,
Flowing within my anecdotes …
I can’t hold it back,
How so ever I avoid.
Those repetitive quotes,
Are substitute to my voids.
You,
The naughty creature, certainly vivacious.
And Me,
The idiotic lover, certainly credulous.
Dry parenthesis,
Burning with my wet notes …
Publishing those three pious words,
Are genuinely followed by “too”,
Fluctuation in defining relation,
Redefines your pranks’ pattern too.
You,
The appreciator of my real jokes,
And Me,
The comedian molding my life as a joke.
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