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I'd say she's the last before I sleep 

And the first when I wake

But that would mean at some point 

They would cease

With her there's no off switch

She also owns my subconscious 


Heart, mind, soul on the same page

I've got it real bad while

She's over there with no clue

I seriously don't know what to do

She's not the first 

She will for sure be the last

How broken can I become

How long before I'm done

I'm over here shutting the world out

Trying to move forward 

Snails and slugs beating me at this race

I can't even formulate enough words 

How much more pain do I deserve 

Where is my saving grace

All I can see is her gorgeous smile

I pray she's doing great 

Thoughts of her I have no tools to erase

No way to evade

Damn there're those jewels 

No way to escape 

¥MOI¥  20 Aug 17


.000001 step forward 3 billion back

My creativity starting to lack

All I want is...

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