In the intoxication of these eyes are many drunken souls
Lost in the glaze of those twinkly lights
Take a fancy to crave the sight
To never ought to return to actuality
The undertone of the pulsing shimmer
Encapsulating the existent being
A sigh so long that the life from the living body going on an expedition
Only to experience the inconceivable ecstasy of relinquished emotions
That smile on the face that you were unaware of fills the body
With the sweet joy of the grateful existence of each molecule in the body
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