your inquisitive eyes met my vast mind.
as the light poured into our shy eyes
old-fashioned as opposed to new.
should have be born a decade before you.
and all the clothes they throw away,
becomes your skins home for the day.
time is foreign by our gorgeous design.
my simple words fall into graceful rhyme.
should have be born a decade before you.
and all the clothes they throw away,
becomes your skins home for the day.
time is foreign by our gorgeous design.
my simple words fall into graceful rhyme.
sweet child my rapid pulse is quite logical.
because my love for this life is substantial.
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