The thought that you think of me is unthinkably absurd,
But thoughts bend to a whim's breath – just say the word.
In mental gymnastics, I'm a practiced performer,
Imagine all manner of scrumptious sins are just around the corner.
I invent new beginnings, re-write life stories' ends.
Productive delusion is a poet's good friend.
But thoughts bend to a whim's breath – just say the word.
In mental gymnastics, I'm a practiced performer,
Imagine all manner of scrumptious sins are just around the corner.
I invent new beginnings, re-write life stories' ends.
Productive delusion is a poet's good friend.
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