Victory drips from this resolute soul
The sweet taste of it fills my mouth
It’s not as sweet as your kisses could have been
But then, it almost gets me there; It’s -
The only compromise I could ever make
Swapping you with this victory
That slowly drips from this resolute soul
Perhaps because of this leaky resolution
That challenges fate to try to tempt me,
And renders it’s every attempt futile,
I can not stop sucking this sweet taste of victory
That tastes almost as sweet as your kisses
Could have been
So, let it leak forever from this resolution
This leaky resolution
That I’ll never ever love any other girl.
Ever
And allow me the sweet taste of victory. Forever.
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- suraj sharma
- my mind, therefore, becomes this outstretched field of immeasurable serenity, which, although illuminated at angles awkward and unfamiliar to my eyes - is neither dark nor twilit. The strange lighting turns the vacuous foreplay of shadows chasing shadows into an euphoric, almost utopian feeling which is held in suspension as long as this configuration of appearances beckons the restlessness of reason ever forward into the uncharted hinterlands of imagination while at the same time compelling me to bless the lighting director.
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