... my lover named me imaginary..
To the colour of your breasts and in evasion
Of commerce in a world full of your friends
Your distance starts with new life when I near
Walking away from complete and faulted tears
In your vocal range I hear laughing and hast
As I remembered that I loved beauty like
The golden tomorrow that never came
I still adore your poisonous kiss filled praise
So here I am ... a folded love letter in waiting
Slightly crowded in your pocket with half
A bloodied handkerchief ... smelling of lust
A shooting star of last night's Circus Sexus
End
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