to take me higher than before.
The chord on life unplugged.
A supplementary dream to a supplementary life.
The dance is all an illusion.
The rhythm cuts like a knife.
A supplementary agenda to a supplementary goal.
Sashaying and twirling, embracing my feet,
barefoot across hot coals.
A supplementary friend for a supplementary need.
My legs won't allow for escape.
On my brain she needs to feed.
A supplementary pillow aids in some supplementary sleep.
The well is dry and dusty.
There's no wool left on the sheep.
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