One Last Martini

I used to think too much within this detached torpor
 Sat with you, sun-drenched by radiant limpidness
 
 Exalting vibrations of positivism emanate from your perfect nature
 The intermittence of stirring lips reminds me of
 Figh frantically demanding
 To breathe
 The way they danced made me believe you were speaking
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 Stories you have been telling for hours
 Words aligned in a slogan of absurdities
 The word interpreted by your materialist
 Constitution came from your
 Deepest sentiment (I don't exist) Obviously you have been gifted with the most precious piece of the puzzle
 An emblem can be artistic and attractive but its meaning can be aimless and
 Unreasonable
 
 Sporadic abstractions
 Through your fractionized sculpture, your world intertwines with mine
 Resulting in something horrendous
 The last dance is just another story
 The last dance is just another story...