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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