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The Chase

Your syrapy voice enters the soft velvety air that separates our bodies
Your kind eyes stare deep into my glance
My brittle faith clings to your affection with the stubborn will
Of a blackjack embedded into the woven fabric of my avoidance
Inside the chalice that holds the waters of concealed wisdom
Lies the knowledge that you are not the kind of man that I could live within
But I cast the chalice to the waves
That engulf the gnawing swells of truth
And I surrender myself to th fallacy that you present me
In pretty pink ribboned offerings of hollow promises
And sugary sweet deciet
I am at the mercy of my own silky denial
And the victom of my sticky addiction
To the conquest commonly known as you