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You made me forget
just for a little while,
my doubts, their bitter taste…
isles of unknown happiness
losing myself –
in everything and everyone….
Lunacy, my hunt for recognition,
greeting it again, like a lost friend,
– You’re a perfect sin. Never too far
from me – repeat it to eternity.
Full with picked pleas, always
an excuse on your lips.
Not to be true, not to be you –
Silk over skin, red on white,
unbuttoned, stripped to bones –
leather choked limbs, silly bits…
tripped again, not to be true,
tripped again, not to be you –
My nerves tiptoeing round you,
no need to hide you now…