Fashion Reply
Coming down a tide in centuries
still casting over one's pride
as if, whisper not to me
is life worth living anymore to me?
A touch that holds, a moment's sent
to caress a thought for innocent
and gently kiss upon a lie
it will melt too far past to find
So if I spoke of a name
Would you ask me why?
and if I neglect to reply,
what kind of fool was I?
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