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I leave the door open I make plans for you An imaginary correlation, an absent importance I revel in the moment I catch your eye And lasso it in like a blue rose in the desert We smile Reserved, empty of ambition We silently say, I know your there. And I know your there. I acknowledge that you exist Even from far away, I can tell you smell like fresh air Time beneath the western sun Has contoured your face, and lit up your hair You sit back as if you’re a portrait, A wild horse I would never restrain. The little fact that you exist excites me Please stay somewhere on this Earth We leave space in between us Somewhere for our thoughts to go You send me waves through the dry air Wordless pronunciations I will never touch you I just like to know you’re alive Indifferent, yet completely saturated in your image.
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Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC
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I leave the door open I make plans for you An imaginary correlation, an absent importance I revel in the moment I catch your eye And lasso it in like a blue rose in the desert We smile Reserved, empty of ambition We silently say, I know your there. And I know your there. I acknowledge that you exist Even from far away, I can tell you smell like fresh air Time beneath the western sun Has contoured your face, and lit up your hair You sit back as if you’re a portrait, A wild horse I would never restrain. The little fact that you exist excites me Please stay somewhere on this Earth We leave space in between us Somewhere for our thoughts to go You send me waves through the dry air Wordless pronunciations I will never touch you I just like to know you’re alive Indifferent, yet completely saturated in your image.
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Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC
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