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Sparkling in the illicit alleyways of an alien city

forbidden and exotic

only to be gazed upon in the few rare and elusive minutes suspended in the dewdrops on your grass lawn

like the dampness of your hair

or the essence of lust in your eyes before your kiss lures my body into surrendering to escay

These moments

like new faces to old memories,

memories worn and in the back shelf of the mind

they are a far reach from the past

But I am only too happy to walk into the unknown and tworeds the new

we must tailor new memories by ripping out the dusty stitches pinning us down

forget my past, close your eyes to your surroundings

just feel my blood pulsing through me faster and faster

and drink in the moment as if it's your last

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