In the back of my head
I know every conor I've
Memorized each and
Every curve I've
Calculated
Precisely
In the midst
Of all the chaos
I am only tuned to
To the sound of her
Feet lightly pressing
Against the ground
Each m o r n i ng i
Count every ste p
If I ever get to 10
Maybe thn I will
Open my mouth
And empty the
Way I feel of
her beauty
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
In the back of my head
I know every conor I've
Memorized each and
Every curve I've
Calculated
Precisely
In the midst
Of all the chaos
I am only tuned to
To the sound of her
Feet lightly pressing
Against the ground
Each m o r n i ng i
Count every ste p
If I ever get to 10
Maybe thn I will
Open my mouth
And empty the
Way I feel of
her beauty
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