Paroxysm
As twilight turns to dawn, something brings to memory
Of lovers’ laughter, hate, and banter out of spree
Like daylight, warm are the smiles and colorful as a prism
And as moonlight taints their skin, bodies go feverish in paroxysm
But they are now just in dreams, only in dreams
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