Eyes of sweet abandon
You were the fairy child of my dreams
Random cues
So bizarre they struck a chord
Like shower curtains burning
Sounds vibe and throe
you are the hunger, a struggle that sets me free
caught up, corded and bound
all tension is sweet pleasure
the stench pheromones signaling the undeniable, addiction, human nature, all our vices
These tests come in shapes and sizes,
will the same beauty in this life attract me in my next?
Ripe berries next to foreign and frosted infants
Growing older
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