Yes yo were my passion
my secret passion
following the sensuality of you flesh
your perfume
my reason for living
wishfull thinking
numbing the truth
bouncing
in the forest finding direction to xanadu
the envy invading me savagely
when i thought you were with another man, that you breathed
and yes it was true
now i numb the truth with a smoke
waiting for another train
my hands run through the water
drunk on beauty
with another woman,
like seagulls
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