Imagery.
Is it possible to let the music run on? Let the sky pass in front of your eyes, seeing clouds in blue-green? Notes get stuck like flies in syrup, and they echo like words that go straight to the heart. Your tongue knows too many tricks, I think. It romances its way into the very core of my body and I forget what I was feeling before. Is it possible to give up a dream you had once so vividly? Let the thoughts drift like a wild childe who is high on wanderlust? The music lives in an incessant beat, flowing like water from the tap, taking it's time to fill the sink completely. You took a breath from my mouth, like taking that last stick of chewing gum from its pack. Take another lie like I took another truth, and I'll never hit you again.
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