Once, I rode on your kiss
to lands, I must confess,
lands of bespoke pleasure
Just why did I mess?
Once, your smile lit my soul
and your smile echoed in my head
long after you were gone
then, I felt alive - now I am dead
Once, your steps led you to me
and mine to you - we often met halfway
then we indulged in ourselves
now, there is not much to talk or say
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