the lusting craving of something uber good for you, slowly sinking into the membrane of your being and causing you to go into a realm of indifferences. you can't think straight, thoughts floating towards the beloved itch you are dying to scratch. concentration all out of whack. radio playing songs that don't make sense, you are left with words but without a pen. scrabbling for the reaction, the affection you're harbouring. stumbling at rejection - you want to give it a go. going towards affliction and the time is now. now and now. the then has left with the casting call of all other things and you cannot help but want to taste the sense of decency in the dynasty of what you're after.
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