things pleases my eyes
pearls unreachable sky
can't be taken by promise
nor hard work by flesh
but rather comes by guise
knocking deep behind my eyes
i sit beyond reproach, deaf
flow to my aching fingertips
only me who could taste, vile
not from my lips but heart's tip
i will endure not once but more
for sake of desire not for store
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