The taste for perfect passion is winding away
Perfect passion for everything
Now coiled around your lurid heart
Is the sly manipulating touch
Still you can catch breath in a bottle
And keep it hidden with prime skill
Counterclockwise time ticks fast
It meanders down a spine as it takes you by surprise
Your words and have already dug its path
Why waste your valued time?
Pride is taken in daily doses
And the stinging savour is easily aquired
So stop now the spiraling day
Of what is nothing is actually something
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