cure-all

i gasped as the thought of you hit me once again

without warning, i need to confront your chilling face

a single thought, brought on by the breeze

there i sat, legs crossed, pain in sight

good thing that bottle was near by

i served myself another dose of cure-all

but it only lingers, perhaps as long as you did

makes the room spin, like when we danced

perfect appearance, just right

smooth, flowing, a dash of color

slender, compelling, the right amount

are we still talking about you?

good thing that bottle was near by

i served myself another dose of cure-all

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