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The world sees the playful orange in you. But your soul feels the weight that is due Passion hot as red Look at all the places it has lead But ending always in dread Pills, potions and tonics But are they your true hedonic Blue so warm and inviting But act you continue rewriting Stripped of all your shells Open your mouth and yell Romance and love , to hard to get But you grab for that allusive net The first women in your life But she caused you so such trife So many you have loved But none fit like that velvet glove
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
The velvet glove
The world sees the playful orange in you. But your soul feels the weight that is due Passion hot as red Look at all the places it has lead But ending always in dread Pills, potions and tonics But are they your true hedonic Blue so warm and inviting But act you continue rewriting Stripped of all your shells Open your mouth and yell Romance and love , to hard to get But you grab for that allusive net The first women in your life But she caused you so such trife So many you have loved But none fit like that velvet glove
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
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