unspoken rule
you must be tree
you must be green
you must be brown
you cant be grass
shaking butt to the right and left
leaving all the unsightful memory
to the brain of the spectators
who stood tall
admiring all the lust
washing their naked eyes
piercing their veins
giving them the utmost pleasure
they ever experience
in their whole life
just by breathing
and bathing
under the sunlight
where the moon hides
behind all the rosy flowers
disguising fragrant as perfume
that engross yours wholeheartedly
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