I'm under nourished
You're over nourished
I'm the prey
You're the predator
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I'm the prey, you're the predator-You have exquisitely expressed the utter state of predicament in its candid perspective dear Binaya...10
We have been left here just to see the judgement day, never to foresee, never to repent. So is the fight against the fate, against whom none of our resources or strong points stand erect. It can erect any frigid, it can resurrect a G spot anywhere, be it a skin or a chin or a screen of sins we love to commit. Thanks for the poem.10