TO TASTE STRANGE OF FAMILIAR SOFTNESS I ONCE WORE.
A PLACE I ONCE KNEW.
THERE IN SCENES OF YOUTHS FIRST EMBRACES.
IN AN 80'S SONGS DAYDREAM.
AS IF NO TIME HAS PASSED.
AS MUCH TO YES
THERE IS ALSO NO
PERHAPS YES TO MAYBE?
MAYBE NOT.....
NO TO LOSING TWICE THAT OF LATE, THE NOW.
FOR WHAT ITS WORTH
NO GOOD CAN COME, BUT US.
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