expensive vino

licking fire
ire, dire, mire
pyre, wire, liar
fire, sire, desire
long dist-ance
i’m gonna be
in  trouble
but, uh,
it’s just a
dangling ring
according to a
cord’s chord
in the air
hush

nobody will answer
my mind is goosed
cooked as well

i hope it tastes like butter

i remember,
i know love, which brings lust
after a long joy ride to trust
meld absolute, we must
he ran his fingers through my soul
dipped his present inside of my future
slipped and slid on my slick sentiments
sediments sedentary for a hundred lives

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