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Floating Desires
This is the last spell, just the two of us
Only the oracle knows, what’s the next
Passion or pain, heaven or hell
Nothing to lose, nothing to hide
No fear, let’s be there bare, no shame
Love and hate are two sides of the same coin
Take your pick, or die happy in this den
They all pretend, and sneak in
the cotton bags, steal others poems
When night falls, they shade their paint
And the true colors shell open
Our dances, our games
Addictions in fumes, furies in a fane
Are they virtues or vices
The washy puritans, they question
Who cares, they are our memories
in light and shade and
a simple joy of living in purple pain
In the bigger of schema of life
We are tiny and insignificant
A patch of blue sky, underneath
a pair of dreamy eyes,
and rhythm of your buoyant heart
those are only things I die to possess.
