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Nov 2017
I was so close, too close for comfort
I wanted to see if you really meant it
I watched as you quietly performed
You don’t see it that way though
Living is never an act if it’s true

It's like the things I say
I don't time myself
Inspiration is fleeting
I can only hope you were there

We want a world without taking sides
A way for us to live as our own nature would
We always judge each other by our differences
Why would anyone would want to be the same

I was so close, enough to feel your breath
I wanted to see if you would move away
There is no destination if you’ve arrived
It’s knowing that the place is really a time
I made it ******* myself by falling in love

It's like the things I say
I don't save myself
Inspiration can't wait
I can only hope you were there

We want to be in love without taking sides
A way for us to live as our own heart would
We always try to make each other the same
Why do we forget we once loved our differences
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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