Like opening a fresh box of cerealI've found my toy inside.
Cracking ice cubes with warm waterA girl draped in lights.
Today I fantasizedIn endless awe.A paper plate with a feast that only love could cook for me.An image of a woman in a white-walled, leather couch clad appartment room.Third floor...or fourth.Mine.
A girl, a woman, light.A love, to hold me tight.A cloudA fictitious whirlwind of emotionVery real.Independent individual...Suddenly I can feel.
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