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surreal impulse to be glad among the heathen culture taunts the mood
we have become cumbersome to this world amidst such madness
a cry was heard out in the corridor alone in the silence my head held low
Sarah was here name waiting by the door with perfume to intice me to come in to dine
so I took my chances in such a fine romancing that the world looked a bit dizzy
　
she sat alone again with a glass of Moxie with ice
beside her table was a slice of cheese cake creamy with cherry's a top
leaving behind not the slightest hint of apathy
her lips tasted with fresh lip gloss of cherry so very
lovely to here her soft tender lips whisper sweet viral implications
　
there was a brief pause in the room and then she disappeared within
like a bruised reed I was left desolate in the very fabric of my being
was this a dream or that of a reality ?
