memories of afternoon delights and naked shadows
tracks of thought lost in passion's burrow.
shackled and chained in her prison,
obscenities travel through my brain like nomads
and i believe shallow water's a cheerleader.
rambling thoughts like this kill fame and fortune
stains of sanity fill the painting,
my courage to ask her has risen,
baby, if you wouldn't mind,
i'd like to breathe.
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