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Hey now,

You shine so bright,

Call me upon the star you fall,

a bare naked figure,

fallen upon my love,

For my will has fallen harder upon,

your cold body figure.

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Here we sit on bashful doors,

pushing and pulling upon the playfulness,

of our teasingness.

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Struggling threads of love,

that becomes an engagement,

of future hopefulness.

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ooooh yeees,

We have a love of becoming,

ooooh,

yoooouu and I,

are meant to be becoming.

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Threads of love,

unraveling knots,

that could never be undone.

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Wasted upon each other,

on a dependent fix,

to always find the other.

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We lie upon the road,

of never moooorrrrre.

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ooooh noooo,

we could never,

descend on the love,

at deads-end.

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A thread of love,

that should have been always entangled.