Traveling back to a rich chocolate sheet
I remember a touch that is so sweet
Zero liqueur decanter or pharmaceutical intervention
Just mother fucking intense physical interaction
Last time or not?
By my foot I care not
Only change the way I see;
I now know how things can be
So I can shop and rest and pick and choose
and finally live without that noose
of psychological warfare upon my soul
As my once white knight has turned black as coal
For now…
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