psychosomatic invitations
it all drifts, with the flow
faster as we go, as we go
do we really know?
the thoughts within?
the price of a smile?
the chemistry of sin?
questions are good
she said
ask me a question
i nodded my head
but i had no question
so i just stared
at her
till my eyes defocused
and she blurred
into butterflies and sunshine.
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