Stained sheets
Sticky sweet
The color of beta-carotene.
Blind eyes
Say good-bye
Sorrows are left for tomorrow.
Bended tongue
Break words some
As they slowly fall from my lips.
Patted knee
You owe me
And give me some of your honey.
Yet white lies
Of those hearts dear to you.
And without
Without a doubt
I am still madly in awe with you.
ABS
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