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Flavor-aid
visions of sugarplums
dancing in my dreams
love beauty and money
once again i stack up my everything
neatly and carefully
paying attention to everyone
life is now getting to seem
just a little more fun
wandering from room to room
my eye becomes fixed on you
i question the gaze
and start to follow
quietly i stalk through this maze
abandoning my heart and my mind
staring and yearning
i loose track of time
infatuation
only a fickle emotion
has suprizingly
turned my heart into mush
drool trickles
down my moist lips
as i yearn
for just one kiss
senseless longing
how could i be so naive
why is the concept of love
so hard for me to conceive
as we stand
face to face
i ask myself
why i'm the one to chase
i turn around
and walk away
i also realize
there will also be another day