This, a new taste in my gut, golden as tiger nuts in the eyes, but on swallowing, racy and warm,
the after taste, metallic and corroding, leaves a very unpleasant sensation,
mine impairment, a flower out of the beauty of thine hair, ties me to this siege of grief,
I can only watch u walk away,
this may just be a Hi or How do you do meeting, or not
It could be one of those days which i will have to turn to a make shift adventure,
share my solace with the windy city,enjoy the feeling of my own breathing, and curse my infinite wanion
or not,
I pray ye haven't cursed me to a jarring fate, like a dead leaf still hanging on its tree,
For I intend to chase thee this time, before u fade again,
My sweven cannot be the verdict of life,
Even an army of tarot readers cannot tell what is about to happen:
I might as well try, for the only time,for the first time...
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