Senses, Di-Vices
Hear, hear!
I can feel her heart drift
Who knows why she loves me
I hate the smell of Cupid’s grift
She puts her finger to my lips
I taste her brüt silence
Behind bruadaraiche irises
Dionysus watches neon signs shift
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