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hey...
you know your in my arms....
stepping space
throwing cold handshakes..sweaty handshakes
placing gooey colored smiles
in my sandy eyes.
..and still I'm forced to write what I feel
what I feel is you and me walking together someday in blubberry dreams
grouping this emotion I can cope with
the following sentences
that you spend thoughts of
gravity smoking words of her loss on you.
what about my vacation to your bed?
to your heart?
...to your words.
you know your in my arms....
stepping space
throwing cold handshakes..sweaty handshakes
placing gooey colored smiles
in my sandy eyes.
..and still I'm forced to write what I feel
what I feel is you and me walking together someday in blubberry dreams
grouping this emotion I can cope with
the following sentences
that you spend thoughts of
gravity smoking words of her loss on you.
what about my vacation to your bed?
to your heart?
...to your words.
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