There was a thrill in the air,
your essence enveloped my tight throat as I walked the tightrope above certain damnation.
I wondered why I kept wandering,
when my legs were never certain of their direction,
and my core beliefs were riddled with complications,
but I delicately danced in the sky,
to a faraway melody,
never clearer, never louder,
just always out of reach and always alluring.
I was lured to my death, again and again,
and I wanted it,
because it tasted like your kiss.
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