Soaring towards the sunset, my thoughts coming through.
Staring in his eyes as if he had a clue.
I abide by a standard, I fly sky high.
A woman with great taste finally arrives.
Too much light, my heart then bleeds.
Her soul being the one that continues to feed.
With the air being cold, the weather she read.
Coming together and finally living through her seed.
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