Tuesday, September 20
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Anytime I need to see your face
I just close my eyes and
I'm taken to a place where
your crystal mind and
magenta feelings take up shelter
in the base of my spine
sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola
I don't need to try and explain;
I just hold on tight
and if it happens again, I might move
so slightly
to the arms and the lips and the face
of the human cannonball
that I need to, I want to
Come stand a little bit closer
breathe in and get a bit higher
you'll never know what hit you
when I get to you
Ooh, I want you
I don't know if I need you
But, ohh I'd die to find out
I'm the kinda of person who endorses
a deep commitment
getting comfy getting perfect
is what I live for
but a look, then a smell of perfume
It's like I'm down on the floor
and I don't know what I'm in for.
Conversation has a time and a place
in the interaction of a lover and
a mate,
but the time of talking,
using symbols, using words
can be likened to a deep sea diver
who is swimming with a raincoat
10:10 PM
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