Ceyx Kingfisher

December 23rd, 1977 - The Netherlands
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Honey

We’re moths to our tamed flame,
Because I’m drinking lilac kerosene.
I post a smile, and then I grin,
And you shoot poison with my arms;
With my arms around you.
I hear my cry for more,
For three olives, on the side,
And for my dirty Bomb Bay Martini.
I perform your honey name,
And I would be insane,
If we weren’t for forever.
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