Mad Moments
My life now for mad moments had!
The kind you know to be grand
The kind you have on the brink
Like that time we threw
Furniture
Off the strangers balcony
The music of mad moments is splintering furniture
Or that fire we built
And hoped not to control
The perfume of mad moments is smoldering tinder
And those times
When my smile
Came curled wicked
In the corners of my mouth
Those were mad moments too
and I want to taste them again!
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