Well, well, well.
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Well, well, well.
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Dented by hearsay, inspired by your innocence.
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In your absence I was weak.
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Willpower in abundance, sleepwalking for all intents and purposes, getting through the day just to climb into sheets at night. Hallelujah.
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These are the things we can do without…
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Newfound songcrafter in my hands, beneath my fingers. Loaded with unknown elegies, just the way I like it.
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Butterfly, Doggy Paddle, Front Crawl, Backstroke, we’re all swimming against the tide cried out by the history of humans. Everyday, swimming.
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Your inaugural flower, blooming in the sun of the lounge waiting for a treasured discovery. Observing your patience with the pen between your fingers kickstarting the choking of tears and your Mothers delight at the your first freehand.
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Nomadic in my slumber, always moving but only with eyes closed.
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Contactless, this is far from a transaction or exchange of energy. Where the craving meets the stand-off is our current destination, me still pining for the festival of you under sheets of satin, in the arms of eternity.
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