Twist, twirl, curl and spread
Lingering, till it's fed
Dull in the dark, till dust
smothering, end it must
Never ever really reached
as one ends, the other is pulled
reaching, searching, instictively grabbing, struggling
only to be deceived, a teasing comfort
that stench so sweetly,
helps, forgetting so freely
This was not, yet it has become
the sum of my release...
(62 Words)
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