Fiction
Ficticious words
Spelled out clearly
Pride in your taste
Love life dearly.
Tasting the nectar
Forgot the spelling
Changing the drift
Of what i'm telling
Capture the fall
In slow dimension
Tighten the cords
Bleed from the tension
Purple pleasure
Coming to the brink
Misses tonight
Forgot what to think
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