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One night a song I share with someone I love entered my head, and this came to mind. |
Your lips are pagentry hips situated never pacing forward feet apart spread naked from heel to ankle preparing to run over the skeptical silence that rings in your ear three times on your cell me yelling never meaning to begin a conversation in the honesty i did overplayed like a soap opera channel seven with a spirit en vouged by my words wrecking whoever you've become. Watch the skies see whatever it is that catches your attention span the interesting features god has offered be it stars or terrorist intuition in a window of oppurtunity with its net worth the lives of thousands never coming before my own looking into space searching for gods face hidden behind the depths and solar hiding place meant for us to wish upon. I wish on you questioning the ever rising price of holding on being your emotional baggage claim im here for awhile leaving sooner than you could comprehend in letters bold losing meaning if spelled out but better than being played out or played over and over like this sad song ive become written especially for you. |