Exact Ingredients
Rub
off that look
Unhook
what you know
Walking
the road to sunset
From
the rise over the water
Far
from home
I
chase the patterns
Like
lace on the edge
Defines
the style
Of
an era
The
scent of vanilla seems
To
linger here
But
all the spices of Arabia
Cannot
wash it away
It
identifies the taste
So
distinct
I
crave it
Until
I find the recipe
To
stir up
A
new bowl
All
to myself
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