A luscious lifestyle all along.
Lost in a promenade of pillows and quilts.
With lips so veteran,
Suspended by a mirage of memories.
Nauseating motel scents.
With skin so soft,
Youth almost a myth.
Tears under the shower.
With wrists so delicate,
Standing naked in reflection.
Dancing in solitude.
With eyes so mischievous,
Contemplating perilous words.
Stuffed olives and gin.
With a mind so ragged,
Priorities unnumbered.
Slumber of turbulent dreams.
Craving a touch of warmth,
Relentless frustration.
Perhaps the search must cease.
Perhaps...
...you should disappear.
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