We despise the norms of what is written in the society contract
individuality, a less celebrated content
relationships defined within a hollowed core
Low moans and a dried socket,
I searched for you, high and low
An evil game, we played
false smiles unleashed
false intentions
a package we sell
where lands our form of freedom?
Shall we recall
how sweet the scent tasted
the morning when the birds chirped
those little details you capture
when time stood still
when all seems to precious to pass
like how we'd kiss goodbye
yes, kiss goodbye
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