Innuendos

Foreign bodies, we are Yulia
subtle Innuendo conversations
What’s the take from this?
I don’t feel like going home tonight
carrying double-layered words
Wrapped in jagged phrases
from the fool’s room...
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Sooner or later, it ends.
I want you to know
I met my fear; it wasn’t so cordial,
I pretended to go along
What a wired trip,  
Inspired by you to be a liar...
Shame on me; I know
Another failed lie came back
That I’ll never use...
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I’ll release the dead lies
that didn’t understand the plan
in the backside oceans of my mind
Between craters
Let it soak with misty prophets healing
to decipher what you meant...
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Maybe it’ll come back undone
True breath and skin
like my original humanity
as before you corrupted it
with innuendos...
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I’ve been fidgeting
with this exhausting pen
Spilling redundant protesting words
Boycotting hypocrisy
They want to be cool
As your looks...
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So I sprinkle them with a bit of grammar
rectify the presence and past tense over them,
dot the (i) ’s, cross the (t) ’s
bend some here, mend some there
connecting them to belong,
make me human again.
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just like you, Yulia
I come with Sins  
Deeds of graffitis
In your name
I desecrate city walls
I hope you appreciate....
So, Let me feel
the wealth of your gratitude,
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Keeping me closer than an enemy
Keep an eye on me closer
than I’ll ever come to you
sitting in that chair
across from me
feeling like foreign bodies
between us subtle
Innuendo conversations.
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for Yulia
October 21, 2022