Sike me out.
Spit on my toes.
Look for others.
No shame.
Hurricanes are natural.
No apologies in nature.
Right over my head.
Flung into my dreams.
But not all dreams are tangible.
Like you.
Sike me out.
Spit on me.
Make me feel you.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC
Sike me out.
Spit on my toes.
Look for others.
No shame.
Hurricanes are natural.
No apologies in nature.
Right over my head.
Flung into my dreams.
But not all dreams are tangible.
Like you.
Sike me out.
Spit on me.
Make me feel you.
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