what is it like?

sweet-fresh is the air take a whiff and tell me tell me what it is like when the moonlight shines right catches the angle of her every perfect face the canvas that paints her trace the very scent she leaves you to stand up to give attention to dilations lead to contractions but in your head is just an empty space don't forget to forget your mother's voice in good guidance what is it like? some familiar voice saying something familiar tell me what it is like on the boardwalk when the stars were just right windowed frames marking the god-rays swoon summer night sweet palm tree sway get the order right Pina Colada coconut turns from bright to brown foliage on the floor she said, man get it right what is it like? a wind like ice some time alone in tunnels laced with talons the canyons of winter flow best when bitter cold makes the only room for the warmest memories she was milking for it so spring came just in time brought some thaw in the new beginning the cycle also closed in answers given but conclusions none she asked again what it felt like so he told her it is like remembering when you signed up for life at some counter you bargained the deal for with a faceless man in a nameless place and suddenly you remembered that which never was sinile though the thought makes your heart race to tell you to tell you what it feels like try to imagine that which begins just the way it ends never there to be here once a place filled with baubles of notions you trade in full grace to find out what it truly feels like lose your life to gain it its dominance just blurs the pace now touch a notion like a virgin for the very first time like a childhood memory straight from the 80's fondly built in the annals of time recorded in a book melancholic yes, but naively, see to gently fill what is empty elegantly empty what is full scratching eloquently where it itches

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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