flashback
pleasant emotions
flood spontaneously
like a dandelion in the spring
hungered of lips on soft lips,
so good... — so-so, again
as much real as the unreal
composing a mood, painted,
sung, dreamt, and spoken
in contagious gods' language
and the spirit of goddesses
to flourish inside you
an afternoon experiment;
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then another, and another, and
I, clearly, have chosen to be
a flashback, — you addicted
