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To be a passing thought in your mind Softens mine Slowly drifting, amongst the rest as if in a traffic jam They might have more urgent destinations or purpose, and though I may take the next exit The idea of your road being reserved, just for me Ignites my heart and accelerates it's love
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Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 10:33 AM UTC
A Thought
To be a passing thought in your mind Softens mine Slowly drifting, amongst the rest as if in a traffic jam They might have more urgent destinations or purpose, and though I may take the next exit The idea of your road being reserved, just for me Ignites my heart and accelerates it's love
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Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 10:33 AM UTC
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