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Take me back to the memories

Point out the things I may have missed

Take me through fields of

Poignant flowers of a rare exotic breed

To a place where it’s always morning or evening

and the light is always shimmering and dim

Tell me there’s no need for answers

That reason’s something I made up

inside my head



I know I used to live

To taste the pain

But now I’m just addicted to the pleasure