Ice Age

Oh where and where could our mind have gone tonight? I am stranded, you see the foul breath has all but surrounded me I take no stake in its kind. I heed in melts bursting little floral bubbles, too aroused or belittled to surmise what sheds the flavors about me. What case can we find in between our nose, here but lie and deceit to what ends, tell me you who take an eye for deriding, oh where have I been?

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