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I think...O’ I’ll believe We forgot, what it means to touch a soul Blinded by skin, so warm It’s pitter patter ... Of love intertwined A language often wrongly diagnosed Filled with lost action Filled with sky's all alone A coat so cold With it’s linger of sweet honeycomb O’ I’ll Wonder How I’ll choose to stop this chatter
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Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 4:27 AM UTC
A lost mind that still wanders
I think...O’ I’ll believe We forgot, what it means to touch a soul Blinded by skin, so warm It’s pitter patter ... Of love intertwined A language often wrongly diagnosed Filled with lost action Filled with sky's all alone A coat so cold With it’s linger of sweet honeycomb O’ I’ll Wonder How I’ll choose to stop this chatter
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Messa_JarJar
22/M/Seattle Wa
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 4:27 AM UTC
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