33. Lady Order

What I need,

Cruising down these star steams of turbulence,
There is something about you,
The constant tear in your eye,
The empty deposit of thought holding my flag of freedom
My surrendering.
What I need?
Could you hold me?
Forever in your arms, a bind of touching thought and mind?
Or am I the rush in the jar.
The drug in your blood,
An addiction of a dose,
Too good to have enough.

The End

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