WOOTY WOOT WOOT,,,, oh but you won't... cause I have a...
But you will do that thing I love... not as often as I would like...
you do care.. about... for... maybe....
I don't have a place here.... competing with the art. fleeting...
Gone to soon, but here now... february will be lonely.
the thought that I should be better circles me. eats my confidence and so I am quiet. soft spoken... unsure.
your touch screams in my ears and deafens me. contact thorough searing away bringing moisture.
All to for about with me. its me. Its all me. hard soft push pull. a dream yearning my fancy.
Why is it that I can't have you forever.
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