Wish

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Never to be made
It was pleasure...
At its finest
The touch..
the beauty
The smell...
As it fades
Never to be made..
The more I pursue
The more I pay..
My eyes close
Ever more...
I lay awake
Life's promises..
That I make
(Reverse)

I make
Life's promises
I lay awake
Ever more
My eyes close
The more I pay
The more I pursue
Never to be made
As it fades
The smell
The beauty
The touch
At its finest
It was pleasure
Never to be made

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